Bud was a very serious and somewhat wary dog when he came here, and for good reasons. The story of his first 18 months is a testament to human cruelty and indifference.
Bud is a lot looser now, and a lot less wary. We call him the Little King. Carol John, the good-hearted soul who nurtured Bud back to health for several months, says the dog she sees on my videos is not the same dog she knew in Arkansas.
We call Bud the “Little King,” and there’s no getting around it. He owns the place, in the way some small dogs often do. Nature and breeding made them small, but they have enormous egos to compensate.
Last week, I ordered some rawhide bones – I thought I ordered the small ones – but some very big ones came, dinosaur size. I was about to give them away or return them, but one dropped off of the dining room table onto the floor.
Bud came up and thought he had died and gone to heave. He managed to get the thing in his mouth and paraded it around the house showing it to me, Maria, Red and Fate.
Then he found a spot int he sun and began gnawing, his favorite thing. Better to gnaw on rawhide than pencils and shoes – But is having a second puppy hood since he never got to have the first.
I’m not giving these away or returning them Bud will feast on this one for a month. He seemed very happy to have made this score. It turns out he has a sense of humor, and is no longer afraid of much.
This pup has grown in his personality..you and Maria and the other dogs are doing a great job of letting him be a dog..your photos are wonderful of him..he seems to have really “come home” and is blossoming under your care..
Love this picture, Jon! Never underestimate the power of the small dog. We know they’re small, but they have no idea. As a tiny puppy, my Jack Russell loved to carry my step-father’s size 13 cowboy boots around the house. The boots weighed almost as much as she did and were taller than her, but she would prance around the room with them absolutely demanding that you notice and tell her what a strong dog she was. I suppose that’s how most small dogs get such huge egos. Mandy also loved huge knuckle bones. She could hardly open her mouth wide enough to pick them up, but the bigger and heavier the bone, the better she liked it. But when playtime was done, she also loved to cuddle on your lap, just like Bud. The best of both worlds, I guess ….