Filed under: Family, Friends, Humor, Personal, Random, Thoughts | Tags: baby, babylove, bad, belligerant, big, buddy, buddybabylove, daddy, dog, doggy, explosion, Family, fart, friend, Friends, glass, love, mommy, negative
I think that I have gotten a bad rapt for being belligerent, when all I am really being is honest. Honest people are always accused of being negative, glass half empty types. But, if I was really being negative, I could have mentioned the chip in the bottom of the glass or the watery streaks. I notice everything; I mean everything. Like the other day, mommy lifted up her leg and let out this big explosion, when she thought she was alone in the room. I guess the dog doesn’t count, huh? And they say that dog farts smell. Whew that was nasty!!! I don’t know what they’ve been feeding her, but yuck! At least she had the nerve to look sheepishly over at me, before she made sure daddy wasn’t around and went back to what she was doing. This was out of the usual for her, so I started to watch more carefully. Something is rotten in the Bay Area; literally.
A few days went by and I heard a piercing shriek coming from above me. At first, I thought she was being killed, so I ran upstairs, to her bathroom, where I saw her standing there, perfectly in tact and not at all ripped to shreds. I realized it had been one of her happy squeals; they sound very similar. She was standing there, beaming, and you can probably guess, but I’ll tell you what she said, “Buddybabylove, mommy’s going to have a new little brother or sister for you! Mommy’s going to have a baby, my buddybabylove!” And she proceeded to “buddybabylove” me for a full minute, before she realized that she needed to call daddy and then everyone else she knows in universe. This should be an interesting ride…
Filed under: Family, Friends, Humor, Personal, Random, Thoughts | Tags: bad, big, big bad buddy, blog, buddy, crap, crappy, dog, dogs, friend, Friends, mate, name
So I really don’t like my name. I have to start out by saying that because being called “Buddy” isn’t very masculine. I sound like I should be riding a little yellow bus or be some kid’s glorified Barbie doll. I should have been named something like Bruiser or Bluto, not that it has to be a “B”name…Geez, I would have even settled for Romeo. At least than, I would have been considered good with the ladies. But no, I’m buddy, old pal, “man’s best friend” and I play the role: sitting at their feet, letting my tongue hang out, looking like I live for this, “I’m your best mate, crap!”
Let’s face it, I’m a Bull Dog trapped in a Retriever’s body. Sometimes, I just want to scream! Those are the days, when I do something really irritating to the “parental units”; they call themselves “mommy” and “daddy”, so they just let me outside for awhile. Yeah, you understood me right, like, “mommy loves her little Buddy.” But that’s a whole ‘nother story, for a different day.
There’s a Bull Dog that lives next door who’s named Riker. Now that’s a cool name. I mean Riker isn’t man’s best friend; he’s cool, untouchable, and if you mess with him he’s going to let you know it. He won’t even give me the time of day. Once I tried to talk to him through the fence. I was like, “Hey, what’s up, Riker?”
He asked, “You the Retriever next door, named Buuuddyyy?” He drew it out like that and it was obvious he was making fun of me, so I deepened my voice, tried to sound really casual and not at all unnerved, “Yeah, I’m Buddy!”
Riker just laughed and said, “Come back and talk to me, when you get a man’s name.” So, you can see why I might be a little touchy. I mean here is this really cool guy and even he knows that my name sucks; and let’s face it, he isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed. Well, what are you gonna do about it?
