Buddy's music videos

Always happy for handouts

We stopped for a breather in the town of Stuartsville this afternoon and the lady in Sinclair's Churches Chicken made a donation to Bud's stomach: about five lbs of yesterday's chicken fingers. Break time has taken on a whole new level of excitement.

Cornfields, camping and prime rib

It's been heating up recently. I think it was about 90 degrees today, but fortunately there are lots of dirty mud holes to soak in, and the nearly endless corn fields provide a shady alternative to the blistering hot pavements.

Since we've been on the WT trail, there've been plenty of things to sniff. Why today Bud even came across a pair of foxes at play, though they didn't seem very eager to play with him.

We camped for two evenings in the park at Malvern, and on the evening of the Fourth there were lots of noisy aerial festivities to accompany the ambience of our roaring fire, neither of which suited Bud very well. He was content to remain sprawled out on the blanket by the tent.

The fireworks were later trumped by deafening crashes from a thunderstorm that rolled its way through in the early morning, and strangely, I think the pooch was more at easy with nature's display.

Today we stopped in the Irish town of Imogene and had a delicious meal at the Emerald Isle Restaurant and Pub. As a rare treat, the bar keeper, Mike Olson, found some prime rib scraps in his fridge (close to 3 lbs) for Buddy. As you can imagine, he became quite the glutton when faced with the prospect of such fine food.

One more day, and we'll have come to the end of this lovely trail. Then, it's back to the noise of the road once again.

Puppies like a nice bed too

What a softy I've turned out to be. When I got Bud, it was all about rules and discipline, but now I'm just as happy as he is to have him up on the bed. This morning he put his paw on my face and moaned a contented 'good morning,' Following it with a long, low bellowing that I understood to mean: I much prefer this mattress to the hard ground.'

Then again, it was probably just me transferring my own thoughts to a dog.
Thanks again for that shampoo, Cindy. He's a lot nicer to sleep by when not reeking of sewage and carrion.

The wanderer

Cross off one more state for Buddy. He's successfully made it across the Dakotas and now looks forward to the new scents of Iowa. Already in the first couple of hours, he's spotted several rabbits and a deer. Not sure when he's gonna be up to the task of pushing me around, but there's always hope.

Crossing into Iowa

Buddy's life would make a good children's book

As I was going through pictures today, it occurred to me that Buddy's typical routines would make a great ESL reading book for young learners:

Buddy can swim

And Buddy can run.

Buddy likes to blow bubbles

And have lots of fun.

Though this probably isn't his idea of it.

Deer valley

Seems like everywhere you turn out here there's some kind of John Deer equipment. We took a break next to this tractor and Bud crawled right in.