Bud had a rough week last week. He was neutered, injected with powerful medications to kill his heartworm and he lost his best pal Albert, who will either be adopted this week or shipped to Rhode Island and brought out to popular adoption events, where many people go to find dogs.

We know more about Bud. He is sweet, playful, and he  loves to steal bags of potato chips and other foods his partner in crime, Carol Johnson’s cat, pushes off the counters.

He and Fate may well be a daunting team. Bud is still more than a month away, looking towards early October. I’m not great at waiting, but Bud is already teaching me patience.

It’s strange, but I very much consider But our dog, yet he has no idea who I am or where he is going. I think But will be happy to settle down in what we believe will be his final home.

I look forward to meeting him, loving him and helping him learn how to be safe and happy on our farm and in our lives. I think the hardest days are over for Bud, it’s just a few weeks now.