September 27, 2013
Travel Buddy by Julia Hart
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I hated having to leave my Buddy home recently. I was leaving town for a weekend in Las Vegas, my first ever and I knew I just couldn’t take him along.
Moving into the holiday season, having just celebrated a bountiful Thanksgiving dinner with family and friends, it is hard not to list all of the many blessings for which I am thankful.
Buddy isn’t allowed candy, but he sure would like some.
Halloween is only 10 days away. Have you got your candy ready for the neighborhood trick or treaters?
He may be too young to be complaining about drastic weather changes, but because he is an emphatic little soul, Buddy is the perfect companion to make me feel better about my daily weather-related aches and pains.
In my ongoing journey to educate my canine pal Buddy, I have discovered he may like being read to.
After having the same telephone number for more than 30 years, it has come as a great pain in the neck to try and remember I now have a new home phone number.
After reading accounts of a Great Dane from Portland, Ore. dining on nearly four dozen socks and a Blue Heeler from Leavenworth with family issues, I begin to understand why animals need to be blessed.
September is my favorite month out of the entire year. And, not just because it is my birthday month, although that does make the month pretty special.
Buddy and I have been wondering about the fuss being made about allowing chicken farming inside the city limits.
Last weekend Buddy nearly had to be sedated because he was so excited. He thought for sure I was going to let him attend the Sunnyside Lions Club 16th Street Flea Market and Community Yard Sale, held near our home on Saturday.
Do dogs and cats go senile?
Buddy and I received word late last week that my sister’s faithful Chihuahua, “Angel,” had been hit by a car and hadn’t survived.
Buddy and I have been having some very serious discussions about car rides these past few 90-degree days.
My Buddy has been doing his best to find ways to become a service dog. But, I am afraid my little Yorkie pal is never ever going to make the cut.
The first day of summer is still a week away, but for Sunnyside School District kids, at least, summer began this past Wednesday.
Nine months ago my daughter Sarah announced on Facebook that she was going to give me another grandchild.
I’ve finally realized why my Yorkie, Buddy and I get along so well.
Do people, even with the price of gas so high, still take Sunday afternoon drives? Do they still pack up the kids with a half a loaf of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and a jug of cold tap water for a picnic lunch, then point the car south and just get out of Dodge?
So most of you know that April 11 was National Pet Day, right?
I had nearly given up on spring’s arrival this year when it burst forth with all the dandelions I can possibly wish for. It is not that I am a fan of the sunny little weed, but its arrival reminds me that I need to tie on my yard shoes and finally uncover the flower and garden beds in my otherwise ugly yard.
I’ve always dreaded going to community meetings, fearing more negatives and fewer positives will be brought forth during hours and hours of repetitive discussion.
Having a teenage boy around the house is a tidy person’s nightmare.
I like taking South 16th Street past the Sunnyside schools on my way home on most afternoons.
I must admit I love snow - in the hills, on the lawn, in the fields – everywhere except on the sidewalks and streets.
When interviewing foreign exchange students I always hope that I do not come off as the “Ugly American.”
Learning to play nice with others has been a difficult road for Buddy. It is not that he wants to fight particularly, but he does appear to want to argue a lot. And he always wants to be right.
I may have mentioned on occasion that my Yorkshire terrier, Buddy, while adorable, is a bit of a terror.
There are so many things in life which are simply not fair. For example, it is not fair that Buddy, who is so very clever, can’t open the front door so he can go outside by himself.
I don’t think Buddy knows a doggone thing about how to enjoy holiday food. He nibbles at his kibbles one piece at a time, while others in our house, like me, gobble two or three cookies at a time.
During the past week it appears as though downtown Sunnyside has undergone a transformation.
I wouldn’t say my favorite canine friend is a fashion hound.
Buddy and I were discussing putting up a few Charlie Brown-type Christmas lights this year to celebrate his first holiday in the Hart household.
Driving around town with Buddy attempting to hog the front seat is a bit of a challenge.
Buddy and I were discussing the qualities of a good leader recently and came to a brief parting of the ways.
I love packing up Buddy and hopping in the car for quick little jaunts around the Lower Valley. He is always pointing out items of interest to me. He has a keen eye and notices everything. I know this because he barks whenever he finds some-thing of interest. As it turns out he barks a lot.
Buddy is a dog - at least I think he is. Since arriving quite unexpectedly in my lap last May, the feisty, but happily rescued Yorkshire terrier has been a loyal, self-centered, demanding companion.