Leave a bone for BuddyB Nicknames: Budderbeans, Mr.B, Budman, Beag, Buddyboo Doggie Dynamics:
Energy
sleepy
energetic
Intelligence
silly
genius
Friendliness
aggressive
affectionate
Playfulness
not playful
very playful
Disposition
anxious
calm
Quick Bio:
-purebred
-dog rescue
Gotcha Date: December 24th 2010 Birthday: December 24th 1997 Likes: Besides food, sleeping and taking WALKS--really long walks Pet-Peeves: Having his ears flushed. Favorite Toy: I don't play with dog toys, but I like cat toys. Favorite Food: Peanut butter Favorite Walk: In the neighborhood and the woods Best Tricks: Howling in his sleep Arrival Story: My friend, Kim, found a listing on Craiglist for a Beagle, free to a good home...so she thought of us. Bio: Buddy had been found living in an abandoned house. The best guess is he had been there for about 3 weeks. He lived there with a cat. The young man who rescued him could not capture the cat. The young man took him to the vet. Buddy has a yeast infection in his ears, and some hair loss on his hind quarters. All this is being treated and he is responding well. He tested negative for heartworm.
Buddy's intermediate home had two other dogs and he got along great with them. The family loved him, but the young man who found him is going back to school out of state after the holidays and the rest of the family is very active so even though they didn't want to find a place for Buddy, they knew it was best for him. Forums Motto: The Drama Beagle The Last Forum I Posted In: Can't enter a diary entry?
We had a pretty lazy day--well at least I did. Mom and dad went to a picnic for the holiday and I stayed home. It was really hot and humid and I spent most of my time alone sleeping. Just what I enjoy doing.
Mom and dad came home around 4 pm because I storm was brewing. They were less than 5 minutes away from home and they wanted to beat the storm. They beat it by hours. The storm didn't show up until after 8 p.m. We had lots of thunder and a little bit of lightening before the storm.
During the storm the rain wasn't hard enough that we needed to close the doors. The windows were closed, but not the doors. At one point I went over to my dish to get a drink. At almost the exact time, a crash of thunder hit followed by lightening. I ran from the kitchen to the living room...about 2 feet. I looked up at mom on the couch and she asked what was wrong.
Then I did it. I leaped at her! I tried to jump up on the couch. She was so surprised. Then she leaned over and helped me up. Then I wanted to the whole couch. I don't usually get to be on the couch, but they let Kit on the couch. So now I'm sprawled out and forced mom off. BOL!
Mom had taken me to the vet a few weeks ago because I was coughing. After a period of rain, I wasn't coughing so much and she called to tell them that. Dr. Lewis said she thought it was allergies so she wanted to see me about that.
She noted that my fur on my hind end is very thin. She wanted to put me on a steroid and take me off the Metacam to see if it would help with my allergies. Mom protested. I just got off of steroids and am doing great with the Metacam.
Dr. Lewis looked through my file and noted when they did the blood work on the original visit for the cough my thyroid level was .4 and shouldn't be lower than 1. She decided to put me on an antihistamine and a thyroid medication instead. I have to take these pills for two weeks and go back for a check up.
So I have a reputation for being a sleepy Beagle. Usually I am minding my own business not paying too much attention to what anyone or anything is doing. I am the Master of Idleness.
Yesterday evening mom and dad were in the yard doing work and I got bored of snoozing on the porch so I asked mom if I could go in and sleep there. She opened the door, and that is what I did.
Several hours later, when it was bed time, mom told me we had to go out. Seeing as it was quick trip out to pee, mom didn't bother with my harness and leash because I usually go out to the front tree less than 4 feet from the sidewalk.
Not this time! When I walked out of the house and on to the porch, instead of going left, I went right. I didn't bay because I didn't want to give mom any ideas of what I was going to do. I bolted off the porch and across the side yard. Mom caught a glimpse of a rabbit in the moonlight! Uh-oh. She dashed off after me; not an easy feet in tennis shoes without laces. BOL! But somehow she managed to grab my rear legs and stop me. I tried again, but without success. Mom picked me up and carried me to another part of the yard.
I forgot about the rabbit and went about my business. Coming back I always walk very close to the edge of the yard. I don't know why I do this. Somehow, I got too close and fell off the wall--it was about a 1 foot drop. I was okay but a little surprised. Mom is usually able to save me because I'm attached to her with the harness and leash. Not this time.
I guess this means that I will not be trusted without my restraints.