A Dog of His Own

I am the proud owner of one totally unique dog-Buddy the mutt. He is of indiscernible ancestry, a tried and true heinz 57. I'm sure many of you out there are asking yourselves, what then, is so special about Buddy? The answer is nothing--and everything. The way he just loves to dig in water, be it his kiddie pool, the lake, or his bowl in the kitchen, he'll tear into liquid the way most dogs tear into dirt. The way he'll get so excited when you whistle or call him, that he'll slide his way across the kitchen linoleum, unable to contain his joy at being summoned. The way he sometimes forgets his size, and attempts to curl up in your lap, but sometimes remembers, and chooses to lay across your feet instead. The way he wags his whole body before dropping into a sitting position when I pull out the leash, the anticipation for his walk lighting up his eyes. The way he knows when something wrong, and alternates between forcing you to cuddle or making a total clown of himself to elicit a laugh. I don't delude myself into thinking no other dogs share these habits and traits with my dog, but I do know that Buddy's one of a kind, whether or not I've gotten you convinced.