buddy

Fearing further persecution by the border cops, I took my leave of Buffalo/Fort Erie and headed to Decatur, IL, where my sister Anne and my brother in law Andy live.

Last year they adopted a miniature long-haired dachshund whom they named Buddy, who shouldn't be confused with the other Buddy. His fighting weight is a portly 9 pounds, which makes him smaller than both of his cat friends at home, but that doesn't stop him from harassing the cats.

Here he is with his proud parents. Some of you may recognize the pride bandanna he's wearing. It used to belong to my dog Paddington, but he hasn't worn it in years. Buddy has pretty much the same amount of fanciness, only in smaller package, so I guess that makes him fancier, pound for pound. But not this fancy (I hope).

And damn if he doesn't give Paddington a run for the money is the cuteness department. (Why, yes, I'm biased and am deliberately trying to skew the results by posting a picture of the monkey when he was a little pup.)