Itchy Buddy

Buddy has some sort of skin problem that causes him to scratch and lick himself a lot. Every day when Woman let us out to pee, this was the scene in the back yard.



Poor Buddy. He does seem to be enjoying that roll in the grass though. Woman would catch Buddy rubbing against the walls and the door frame, and he would get in trouble for it. Ha! I LOVED it when Buddy was in trouble, because it meant I probably wasn't getting into trouble at that particular moment. One time he got caught rubbing against the garden fence. You can imagine there was some trouble involved with that!

For the most part, Buddy saved his itching for the yard, which was OK, until it rained. Then Buddy was all wet and covered in grass.



Woman tried to make him stay outside when he got all wet, but she couldn't resist his sweet boy face. Please. I could totally resist this face all day long. That Woman needs to work on her Buddy tolerance.



Buddy left last night, and it was none too soon. I am so sick of hearing - Norman, you need to be a good dog like Buddy. Gah! The way I see it, I'm a much smaller dog than Buddy, so my goodness level is proportionate for my size. See! I DON'T have to be as good a dog as Buddy! I just have to be as proportionately good a dog as Buddy for my size. And, I think I am. Woman might disagree though.



So long Buddy! I know you'll miss me stealing the toy from you, but I'm sure I'll see you again soon.