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The Buddie had two different colored eyes; blue and brown. When I first saw him, I thought he couldn’t see out of the blue one. I remember circling him to check if he could see me coming from the side. He did and he barked at me relentlessly for it thinking I was trying to pull a fast one on him. He was a crazy, ugly looking dog. If our first encounter had been him running at me down the street, I probably would’ve ran thinking he had rabies.

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I had originally intended on just getting a coffee mug for myself but then I discovered this whole world of merchandising where you can stick whatever image you want on just about anything with absolutely zero out of pocket costs. It all just kind of snow-balled from there. I wanted to put his face on everything and before I knew it, The Buddie had his own webstore. It’s all a bit creepy to be honest, especially The Buddie Snuggie and women’s underwear. I don’t know why anybody would want to buy anything on there other than myself and that’s ok. Sales isn’t the point. Just seeing his face on all that crap makes me laugh.

I bought the domain name for five years to keep me company and started up a Facebook page for him. If you want updates on The Buddie’s evolution, make sure to give that like button a quick click.

August Sixth, Two Thousand Eleven

The Buddie almost died today. He was having more trouble breathing than usual, he wouldn’t eat or drink, he was puking and he did that thing I hear dogs do when they’re about to die; he tried to bury himself into a dark corner. He crawled to his bed under my desk and stuffed his nose against the wall. His stomach was contracting to less than half its size and he had the most frightening noise coming out of him. At that point, I picked him up and rushed him to veterinary hospital down the road and carried him in. They ended up putting him under, stuffed a bunch of tubes down his throat, pumped his stomach and took x-rays.

I don’t know if it’s because he looks crazy in general or what but he looked pretty happy the whole time. Even when he was refusing to move, he kinda had this smile on his face like, “hey, it’s cool man. we’re just hanging out and chilling.” The only time he didn’t look happy was when he was sedated.

I had always wondered how I’d react in a near death situation like that. I had him in my arms the whole time and of course I didn’t want him to die but had it been his time, I think I would’ve been ok… or at least I would like to think I would. I accepted death a long time ago as an inevitable part of life.

The only thing that bothered me about the whole situation was I did not want to see him go with tubes in his throat. If he was going to die, I’d prefer it to be in our home or at the park with him me holding him as if he was a newborn.

I’m glad I took him in though because he still has some fight in him. He came to consciousness much faster than they had anticipated; he was still getting gassed when he woke up. He was suppose to stay the night there but he refused to stay in the kennel. He was ready to go home and that’s where he is now. He’ll also most likely shit and piss in the house some time during the middle of the night.

I love you Bud.