BUDDY’S RESCUE TALE
Buddy chose Deb to be his person.
He walked into her kitchen and her heart.
The side door was open due to the summer heat and having run away from home – a home within the neighborhood, he found solace with Deb.
She called him buddy as he was company for as long as he wanted to hang out with her. Deb fed him and took him for a swim before calling around the grove in which she lived.
People that knew where ‘Buddy’ had been living came to collect him and later informed her that the people in the house would not even open the door for him.
Just keep him Deb. They don’t want him
The hair on his back was so sparse you could see the fleas running across his skin. Deb learned that Buddy had been neglected and abused for the first two and a half years of his life. He was not housebroken.
Like many dogs that end up in need of rehoming, Buddy had been a Christmas present for the children in the family. And, in true, forgiving dog fashion, Buddy is happy to see those children but has made it clear that he is Deb’s Buddy now.
One evening, the kids were over at the marina and were excited to see the dog for whom they previously had no time. After a quick hello, Buddy ran across the yard, kid hot on his heels, and jumped up into Deb’s lap and protective embrace.
Buddy was home.
Deb would leave Buddy in the house while she went across the street to work.
Next thing I know, he’s down here at the Marina! He had chewed a hole through the screen of the front door and ran over to see me
Deb took Buddy home and closed both doors at the front of the house. That did not deter Buddy, a Jack Russell Terrier (plus a mix of another type of terrier), from finding an alternate means of escape. Within fifteen minutes, Buddy had figured out how to split the accordion-like side panel attached to the air-conditioning unit in the bedroom and was back at the marina.
Deb and Buddy have come to an agreement: as long as it’s not too hot, Buddy comes to work with Deb. When he can’t be outside, he sits in the window and takes in the view.
The children love him and watching the tricks he has learned to do. They would share their ice cream with Buddy and missed him when he wasn’t there.
‘He’s such a good little guy’ shares, Deb. ‘There’s a kid on the Island that asks his Dad: When Deb dies, do you think I can get Buddy? So cute, says Deb. They do have a dog.’
Deb says Buddy is the boss of the lake and rides with Deb when she, as part of her marina duties, operates the ferry boat service to Snake Island. “Wanna go to work Buddy”? She asks and Buddy is always there, captain of the ship, ready to greet people.
‘He is my best Buddy.’
Thank you, Deb and Buddy, for sharing your story (and the fun photos).