Ringing in the New Year With Buddy!{57}

"First things first, so where's my dog dish and bed?"

“First things first, so where’s my dog dish and bed?”

Celebrating New Year’s Eve has never been a social long suit of mine. My internal time clock chimes in around 10 o’clock p.m. with “Commence shutdown! Eyelids standing by.” But this New Year’s Eve, I really had something to cheer about, and keep me awake a little longer: a new addition to my family, Buddy.

We couldn't make it to midnight.

We couldn’t make it to midnight.

Just days before New Year’s Eve, I received a call from the Pacific Northwest Bulldog Rescue, where I had an adoption application on file. I was encouraged that they may have a match for me, that is, a bulldog needing a home like mine and a person like me. It’s a lot like online dating; you want all parties to be happy with the end result.

Guess who's riding shotgun.

Buddy ridin’ shotgun.

And now that I know Buddy a little better, if I were to pen his dating profile, it would read like this:

Handsome Hunk of Loving Bulldog: I’m a tall drink of water, for a bulldog, and I like long walks on beaches…hiking trails, farmlands and city parks. My friends say I’m quite dapper, sporting a white furry overcoat and fawn-colored britches, all punctuated by a spot the size of Jupiter on my port side. I do kiss on the first date and all subsequent dates, and I have no trouble with butt rubs from friends and strangers alike. Athletically speaking, I’m active—will chase a ball, frisbee or rope, and tug-of-war with the best of them. I have uncanny climbing abilities, especially if a kitchen table is the desired summit. I’m a light sleeper and gentle snorer, barely making the sounds of a wispy fireplace bellow. As for personality, I have some serious animal magnetism. I’m attentive, engaged and secure enough not to chase chickens. And while I like the comfort of home, I find a daily trip in the truck is a fine way to cap the day.

Needless to say, when we met it was love at first sight, and I was giddy and ridiculous and channeling the emotions of a six-year old on Christmas day. I learned a lot from his foster mom, and accepted her well wishes and tote of treats and treasures for Buddy to take to his new home.

Buddy and I are settling in, and I couldn’t be happier with the big lug, and from what I can see, the feeling is mutual. I would like to thank everyone for their kind support and generous words after the loss of Boz and Gracie. I read all your comments, many times over and they meant a lot to me. I didn’t think a bully would be gracing the floorboards of Tall Clover Farm for awhile, but things happened sooner than expected and I always have an open-door policy when it comes to a bulldog buddy in need.

It's a match!

Happy New Year, indeed!

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