After losing my dear, beloved husband Emmett, after 60 happy years of marriage, my sweet friend Jennifer recognized my need for company. She sent me a picture of a bull terrier mix who happened to be deaf, but I was not up for that challenge. Jennifer had Plan B…an 8-week, 3-pound Cavapoo pup who was being offered. Well. Looking at the size of my feet and the size of this teeny, tiny pup, I was for sure concerned I’d step on him and kill the poor baby. I went home and pondered this challenge, and decided to go for him. I thought for sure I’d name him TROUBLE, but decided I did not want a self-fulfilling prophecy, and decided since the house was so quiet and lonely, the name LITTLE BUDDY would better suit him. My youngest son, who had been known as LITTLE BUDDY, wasn’t thrilled with that, so I elevated him to BUDDY.

My LITTLE BUDDY has held true to his name.  He is a joy, is great company, loves people, and other pets. He lives in his crate and goes to bed each night at ten, staying there until nine the next morning.  He leans on me when I’m on my couch and is a great listener.   He loves to fetch and play with his Havanese friends Molly and Murphy. When I tell him he’s going to play with Molly and Murphy, he turns his head and knows exactly what I’m saying.   He runs to where his leash is and then to the door. He is pretty intuitive and knows when I'm sad.  He loves to see UNCLE GREG, AUNT FRAN, and their crew. He isn’t a little spoiled, he is a lot spoiled!!

I love everything about him.   He has been my best decision since I lost my husband.