The "Buddy" Story

It was an ordinary day. We had just returned home from our "Honeymoon" to Niagara Falls and needed some rest. We had moved our furniture into our apartment at Manor House before we left for our honeymoon. Upon returning home we picked up Carol's longtime pet dog, Buddy and headed to Manor House. Buddy was a chihuahua and didn't like me too much. I was now the new guy in his owner's life and he was determined to make my life miserable. Most of the furniture was newly purchased except for a coffee table, 2 end tables, and a kitchen table which I had built in the school shop where I taught. Buddy knew exactly which pieces I had made. It must have had my scent on it. As we lounged on the sofa he slowly walked to one of the end tables, making sure I was watching him, and lifted his leg on it. After seeing my reaction I'm sure he was mildly happy. Buddy and I tried to become good friends (at least I did), but I'm not sure we ever did. The constant peeing on every piece of my furniture should have been a real good hint for me.It was just another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.