Buddy
Buddy Buddy with his pack; stronger days. When I first met Buddy he lived outside and had very little human interaction except at meal times, walking from car into the house and on hikes. He preferred being outside no matter the weather. He had places where he liked to hang out when it was raining or when the wind was howling. Even in subzero weather, it was nearly impossible to coax him inside. A lot has changed since then. Buddy is inside today, like most days, and is lying at my feet, sleeping in the sun on his XXL dog bed. If I get up to fix some tea he whines at me. If I stop petting him he whines, eyes pleading. Last night I gathered my feather bed and slept on the floor with him. We all did, Hanna, Po, Buddy and I, all on the f