Buddy

This is Buddy

The other day I went to a gathering at the home of one of my friends. She has a beautiful house that she and her husband built in the mountains of Morrison County.

Whenever we go we are greeted by her two dogs. There is a cat that is at best indifferent to our arrival and may tolerate being petted but never makes any effort.

The dog pictured here is Buddy. I caught him in the middle of a yawn. It’s kind of a smiling yawn. I wonder how he does that.

The other dog is a senior and usually wakes up long enough to come out and receive his required scratch before he goes back to his doggie bed to snooze the rest of the day away.

Buddy, being younger, always gets his scratches and rubs first before everyone goes into the house. The poor senior, whos name I forgot, is usually just beginning to wobble toward us and is sometimes not noticed. I usually wait for him and give him his scratch behind the ear so he can go back to sleep feeling loved.

This last time we didn’t see him until we were piled in the cars and leaving. I thought about telling the driver to stop so I could get out for a minute or two but I didn’t. I am feeling a little guilty.

Meanwhile I am glad I caught this picture of Buddy giving me a wag, a smile and a yawn all at the same time.