Dog profile for Buddy, a male Dalmatian

Dalmatian

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Home:Sacramento, CA

Sex: Male Weight: 51-100 lbs

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Leave a bone for Buddy

Nicknames:
Goober, DogHeaded Boy, Foof

Quick Bio:

-purebred

-dog rescue

Likes:
Eating. Anytime, anywhere. Hot dogs, jerky treats, anything mom is eating.

Pet-Peeves:
Vacuum cleaner, shadows, little dogs or "bouncy dogs"

Favorite Toy:
Me.

Favorite Food:
Anything other than dog food. Hot dogs, mostly.

Favorite Walk:
Across the street to the schoolyard. Nothing like a roll in the grass.

Best Tricks:
Tricks? Dogs do tricks?

Arrival Story:
Buddy was found wandering in Southern Cal (when I lived there) at Sunset and Alvarado. He was looking for food at an Acapulco restaurant. A kind stranger took him in and posted him on a board, where I found him. He was abused and couldn't be trusted anywhere around men for several years. He was scared of everything, and was skin and bones. Now, he just doesn't care about anything but lovin'. Well, lovin' and food.

Bio:
June 1, 2004. Buddy died today. I came home from work and he was lying on his bed. He had been sick recently, rebounded, then got worse. I know he's in a better place now, free of pain. He was a great dog, and I'll miss him so much. ----- He never came to me when I would call Unless I had a tennis ball, Or he felt like it, But mostly he didn't come at all. When he was young He never learned to heel Or sit or stay, He did things his way. Discipline was not his bag But when you were with him things sure didn't drag. He'd dig up a rosebush just to spite me, And when I'd grab him, he'd turn and bite me. He bit lots of folks from day to day, The delivery boy was his favorite prey. The gas man wouldn't read our meter, He said we owned a real man-eater. He set the house on fire But the story's long to tell. Suffice it to say that he survived And the house survived as well. On the evening walks, and Gloria took him, He was always first out the door. The Old One and I brought up the rear Because our bones were sore. He would charge up the street with Mom hanging on, What a beautiful pair they were! And if it was still light and the tourists were out, They created a bit of a stir. But every once in a while, he would stop in his tracks And with a frown on his face look around. It was just to make sure that the Old One was there And would follow him where he was bound. We are early-to-bedders at our house-- I guess I'm the first to retire. And as I'd leave the room he'd look at me And get up from his place by the fire. He knew where the tennis balls were upstairs, And I'd give him one for a while. He would push it under the bed with his nose And I'd fish it out with a smile. And before very long He'd tire of the ball And be asleep in his corner In no time at all. And there were nights when I'd feel him Climb upon our bed And lie between us, And I'd pat his head. And there were nights when I'd feel this stare And I'd wake up and he'd be sitting there And I reach out my hand and stroke his hair. And sometimes I'd feel him sigh and I think I know the reason why. He would wake up at night And he would have this fear Of the dark, of life, of lots of things, And he'd be glad to have me near. And now he's dead. And there are nights when I think I feel him Climb upon our bed and lie between us, And I pat his head. And there are nights when I think I feel that stare And I reach out my hand to stroke his hair, But he's not there. Oh, how I wish that wasn't so, I'll always love a dog named Beau. -Beau, by James Stewart

The Groups I'm In:
Dal Pals

I've Been On Dogster Since:

May 25th 2004