Buddy's Nemesis...

Hands up - who thought Buddy's enemy within the house would be our nearly 8 year old cat Rocky? While it's fair to say they'll never be bosom buddies, they have reached a certain level of tolerance with each other now.

I know that I may not be Dr Dolittle (although that's what my friend Gayle's dad has nicknamed me, on account of us now having 5 pets in total - well, five pets at the time of typing, one of the fish could go at any minute) but I'm pretty sure I could translate the body language of Buddy and Rocky' first meeting into a dialogue. It went a bit like this:

Buddy: Wow! Another furry thing with four legs - brilliant! Let's play Furry Dude!


Rocky: You fool. I have no time for your fluffy stupidity and endearing enthusiasm. Leave me in peace Fluffball and stay out of my line of vision

Buddy: Ach no, you don't mean that! We've got so much in common - look, you've got a big long chase toy attached to you, just like me! It's brilliant fun to chase, although it smarts a bit when you chew it.

Rocky. That's your tail you imbecile. Away with you and do not cross not my path again

And then all hell broke loose, the cat arched his back and hissed at Buddy. Buddy shuddered and pissed the floor. Ever since then, they've just circled each other but they've now found a way of co-existing.

So if the cat isn't Buddy's arch-enemy, then who is? Is it the postman? Nope, he's safe (so far). The thing that winds Buddy up more than anything else is a piggy bank. In fact, it's any piggy bank. If you want to see my puppy having a histrionic, rattle a piggy bank and put it on the floor in front the Bud-ster. He goes ballistic. And just so you don't have to take my word for it, here's a clip of Mad Dog in action...