Likes: anything Tyson and Fidgit have,and the bird bath
Pet-Peeves: sniffing where his nose doesn't belong
Favorite Toy: his sister and brother
Favorite Food: popcorn and treats
Favorite Walk: anywhere
Best Tricks: sit pretty
Arrival Story: Sept 8th I got a call from a friend that said her neice had a golden retriever that was 7 months old and was unable to keep it and she knew that we were looking for another so she called us,and well I of course being the dog lover I am ( and apparently crazy ) I agreed to take him,on Sept 12th we drove to the city where we met Buddy and brought him home with us
Forums Motto: This is why they call me MUDDY BUDDY!!
well I had my first camping trip with mom and dad,I had no idea what Tyson and Fidgit meant when they said "woo hoo!! were going camping" they were all excited and jumping up and down,so I thought well I better do this to,so I look like I'm right into this camping thing.so in the van we go and down the road.
When we got to the campsite,dad stopped the van and mom opened the door and Tyson jumped out and started running,I thought o.k I better run with him,we ran and ran and then splash we jumped into the water,something just didn't seem right and I looked around and mom wasn't there...out I jumped and headed back to camp, and when I got back daddy was gone looking for us,mom looked worried and Fidgit told me with her eyes that we were in trouble, Yup we got tied up for about an hour for pulling that stunt.
as we were on the chain mom and dad put up our house for the weekend,they called it a tent,it was so cold the first night I crawled under the blankets with mom she was nice and warm,then all of a sudden mom sits up at 3 in the morning and yelled at dad FIDGIT'S gone,she jumped out of bed and smarty pants Fidgit opened the zipper on the tent all by herself...when mom went outside there was Fidgit laying by the van listening to the coyotes howl at the moon,I'm thinking I really like this camping thing,but not to sure if mom likes it anymore taking all 3 of us puppers
well it all started in may 2008, I was months old and nobody wanted me so I started walking down this lonely gravel road just outside a big city called Grande Prairie,I was cold and scared when I saw a car pull up,some nice people picked me up and took me to a place called the spca,from there I was adopted by a very nice couple who unfortunatley could no longer keep me,so me and my mom got in the car and made the long 9 hour drive to Lethbridge,in the mean time she didn't tell me that I was gonna meet my new mom,and I was gonna stay all the way down here.
Well we got to Lethbridge and I played in the back yard with the little puppy,then mom came into the back yard and got me,they took me out to the front of the yard where there stood 2 people,the lady was oohing and awing and petting me and the man said we'll take him,next thing I know I was in the back seat looking out the window at my mom as she got farther and farther away,so I thought well I better make the best of this situation and I tried to get in the front seat to help this man drive,little did I know that this guy was gonna be my new dad,so anyways down the road we went I thought I was in for another 8 hour drive so I laid down in the back seat and decided to make the best of it,well in no time at all the car was stopped and I was in front of this big white and yellow house with 3 dogs looking at me through the fence,so I slowly made my way into the yard and next think I knew..DOG PILE! I was getting mugged to death,they weren't mean they were just welcoming me to there house,then I started to play and we played and we played. My brand new mom come out and got me and took me inside the house and said WELCOME HOME BUDDY! this is where you will live for the rest of your life...and I guess that's why they say the rest is history!