Buddy & the Mankiest Mouldiest Old Tennis Ball Ever

[bluespirit]

So, on with the continuing thrilling adventures of Buddy Walton... ;-)

There was one really funny thing that I forgot to mention the other day. It was Sunday lunch & I was setting the table & as my Mom was having lunch with us I needed more space, so I had to move the table centre (which is a large glass hurricane vase with a big pillar candle in it.) I put it on the floor up the corner & thought no more about it.
After lunch I was tidying up & noticed this thing on the floor - at first I thought it was a twig or something but when I picked it up it was bendy... & waxy. When I looked, I could see that the candle was completely undisturbed but no longer had its wick. Someone (I'm looking at you, Buddy Walton!) had delicately removed the wick & dropped it onto the floor.

Oh, Buddy! *g*
LOL What was that all about?

We took Buddy for his first check up with Jo last night & everything went really well. She loved him (of course!) & called him Baby Bunting (she used to call Rask, Angel Baby ♥) & all the nurses were making a big fuss of him too. I thanked them again for their kindness during Rask's last illness & we had a really nice chat. The one nurse (who'd come to the house that day) was so upset over him. It really is a wonderful practice. I was so touched to see that they'd put the card up that we'd sent them with Rask's photo in it. ♥

Buddy & I were doing some pruning down in the bottom part of the garden earlier. Well, I was pruning & Buddy was rummaging around & doing random barks at anyone who dared walk past our house. He found the mankiest, mouldiest, old tennis ball that must have been Rask's from years ago & proceeded to love it & carry it around everywhere. Oh, Buddy! *g*
When we were ready to go into the house I had to distract him with Angus the Reindeer & quickly put it in the bin (it was disgusting!)

King of all he surveys...

okay, maybe not so regal. *g*

managing to bark & hold onto the Mankiest Mouldiest Old Tennis Ball Ever

various action shots of Buddy Walton - Adventurer Extraordinaire (& All Round Silly Boy!)

It's hard work!

After the bait & switch to throw the Mankiest Mouldiest Old Tennis Ball Ever away, Bud was playing with Angus. Then he went over & dropped him right by Rascal's rose bush. It just made my heart melt a little.
*meep*

I told him this morning 'you're very easy to love' & he totally is. ♥
Of course it's not all roses - he's basically still a puppy but in this huge body & we've got to work on his behaviour a bit but he wants to please you so much. It's just that he can get over-excited & be a tad boisterous. ;-) But Rask was just the same at that age - they have all this energy to burn plus issues due to being rescues. I'm looking into some dog classes too - it'll be good for Buddy to socialise as he wasn't walked so never really met any other dogs. Though I want him to settle in properly first - it's too soon after the upheaval of the move.

He's lying sploshed out in the office doorway right now after working(!) in the garden & he's all tuckered out. This is fast becoming a favourite spot if I'm on the PC, though he has started using his bed which is just around the corner from the office (about 4 feet away.)
Bless!

With a (thankfully!) cleaner tennis ball...

With a couple of friends...

Oh, & please blame dalehead for me posting so many pics. She wasn't too impressed with just the one yesterday. *g*

Comments

[pixiequeen10thk.livejournal.com]

Heeee! Much cuteness. I'm glad you've got a great vet. We've had a reaally bad one in the past, who was obviously just in it for the money. He caused my poor cat agony when he put her down and didn't bat an eyelash. Still damn angry about that. I was so pleased when my parents changed vets as their new vets are great.

[bluespirit-star.livejournal.com]

A good vet is so very important & you should never be afraid to try out new ones if you're not completely happy.
I'm so sorry to hear about your poor kitty.
*hugs*

[pixiequeen10thk.livejournal.com]

We knew he was a bit of a cold fish before that, but we had no idea it was that bad until then. We changed pretty much straight after that and the new vets are really lovely and caring. I was very particular when I was looking for a vet in Glasgow for my wee rodents and found a really great practice. The vet I saw there became quite attached to my rat Tara in particular :). It makes all the difference.