One of my favorite characters in Mobility Matters is “Buddy,” the four-legged

Even as a youth, Buddy had a way of drawing people to him.

companion I brought back from the Middle East. A quiet, unobtrusive stray black Lab mix I picked up at the men’s branch of the college where I teach, Buddy slowly but steadily wagged his way into my heart.

At that time, I was newly-divorced and experiencing some harassment in my neighborhood from the locals. I needed a watchdog.

Buddy, however, was not a good candidate. He lived outside, usually under the bushes,  for two months and never let out a single bark. The vet pronounced him “deaf.” One day shortly afterward, he let let out a barrage of barks when someone rang the doorbell at my gate.

He could hear!

In foreign language acquisition, we would call that “the silent period.” He was simply acclimating to his surroundings. When he felt comfortable enough, he began talking (barking). That always makes me laugh, especially now that I’m experiencing deafness. I think of that period in our lives.

After that, Buddy shmoozed his way into the house and, ultimately, my heart. He’s the only dog I shipped back to the United States when I returned home. Buddy quietly but steadily settled in along with me.  He even helped me acclimate to the snow.

Now that’s something–a desert dog embracing the snow!

Now that’s something–a desert dog embracing the snow! We took three-hour walks in snow up to his back down three hills to the park. There, I took off his leash and let him run! His goofy run had me rolling as I watched him delight in the snowflakes and release his pent-up energy!

But Buddy Boy isn’t quite as well-behaved as he would have everyone believe. I know the truth! He has a stubborn streak mixed in with that adoring demeanor. It’s that quirky side to his personality that makes him such a fun character in my book.

It’s that quirky side to his personality that makes him such a fun character in my book.

Like me, he has a penchant for ending up in the wrong place at the wrong time, which creates a humorous endearing moment. He never ends up much worse for the wear, I might add.

In this scene, I’m preparing to meet Bob, my mobility instructor for the first time and Buddy has been displaced against his will from his bed (my love-seat). When I leave the room, Buddy takes matters into his own hands–I mean “paws.”


Buddy around the time Mobility Matters was written

Standing back, I gave my apartment a final walk-through. With my toe, I straightened a small throw carpet between the living room and kitchen. A stray dish towel cluttered the counter. That needed to go in the wash. The cupboard door under my sink hung askew.  I scrounged in a drawer for a screwdriver to tighten it.

In the living room, I smoothed the bare cushion of my love-seat. The throw covering never came off unless it was washday or company visited because it served as Buddy’s bed. At least the cushions didn’t appear to have any dog hair.

“Stay down,” I ordered when Buddy looked longingly at his bed.

He knew that tone. But ever hopeful for a change of heart, his tail thumped against the floor. Seeing me leave, his tail slowed down and stopped all together. He looked pitiful stretched out on the hard floor.

***************Bob and I enter the apartment and I invite him to sit down**************

“Now, you’ll find a large tan love-seat.” Why on earth did I mention the color? He can’t see the color. Rub it in, Amy. This guiding stuff sure wasn’t easy. “You can have a seat there.”

Just as Bob lowered himself onto the cushion, I caught a glimpse of Buddy’s tail. “Oh, uh, that’s uh, my, my….”

Oh my gosh, he just sat on my dog!

Oh my gosh, he just sat on my dog!

Bob jumped up.  “Seems to be something….”

“Yeah, that’s Buddy.” I gulped. “My dog.” I glared at him. Bad boy!

I reached for his collar to lead him down. “Buddy, c’mon.” The dog made himself heavy and stayed put. He wouldn’t budge.

This calls for drastic measures. A treat might do the trick.

I dashed into the kitchen to get a dog biscuit and tossed it onto the floor.

Buddy eyed the treat and decided on the trade-off.

He jumped off the loveseat to retrieve it. I brushed any stray hairs off the cushion. “Okay, Buddy’s off the sofa. Now you can sit down.”

Bob took his seat and reached out a friendly hand in front of him. How did Bob know where Buddy was?

“What did you call this fella’?” Bob asked.

With a toothy smile at me, Buddy leaned forward for a head rub.


the toothy smile that appears when Buddy thinks he’s somehow outsmarted me

Buddy’s always been a lovable character in my stories. I’m the lucky one, though, I get to live with him in real life.


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11 thoughts on “Buddy Boy, a Popular Character

  • October 5, 2014 at 10:14 pm

    Gotta love those fur children! I know mine makes me laugh and sometimes makes me crazy. Her little personality is such fun. Glad you have such a great fur friend. 🙂

  • October 5, 2014 at 10:40 pm

    Buddy Boy sounds simply wonderful! Love this story – thank you for sharing.

  • October 6, 2014 at 12:14 am

    Hi Brenda,
    I hear you! Big dogs or little, they make us laugh!

  • October 6, 2014 at 12:15 am

    You’re welcome, Laurel!
    He is a real character with lots of personality!

  • October 6, 2014 at 1:59 am

    Your story about Buddy makes me miss my four-legged friend. I’m so glad you have such a lovely animal to look after you!

  • October 6, 2014 at 2:26 am

    I love labs, golden or black = they are so friendly and personable so I am glad you have him in your life Amy, even though he sounds like quite a character at times! A dog is a dog is a dog! ;)<3

  • October 6, 2014 at 2:38 am

    ha ha! Great play on words there, Elly! Yes, he is quite the character!

  • October 6, 2014 at 2:41 am

    Oh, I know what you mean, Bonnie!
    Even when Buddy is lying at my feet, if I read about other dogs, I reach down and ruffle his fur. Kind of like to reassure myself he’s still here. He’s pretty aged but still such a comfort. 🙂

  • October 7, 2014 at 6:52 am

    Oh what a lovely fellow he sounds like, Amy. I have a soft corner for black labs – since my first dog was that. We now have a crazy, lovable boxer called Pablo!

  • October 7, 2014 at 1:45 pm

    Ha ha! Love boxers, too! Now Buddy is patiently waiting for me to finish to his “his” breakfast (my leftover milk from my cereal).
    Take care, Corinne! Thanks so much for reading!

  • October 10, 2014 at 10:40 pm

    I smiled so reading this because it reminded me a lot of another Buddy. I work with someone who had a dog,Buddy, who had (not just in his old age) a lot of health issues. My workmate was totally devoted to Buddy, who has since passed. When her sister died unexpectedly last year, Buddy was the anchor for my workmate’s world. He was a true Buddy, and it sounds like your dog is similar in many ways.

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