Playing with Buddy

Since  Buddy came to our lives, my husband and I never had a boring moment. He makes us feel energetic and excited all the time. Every time we step out  of the door, he wants a hug when  we get back in. He is always happy to see us. He loves stealing the  dish towels because he knows I want it back. So I’ll start chasing him. He steals  my shoes, my hair stuffs, anything, so I’ll start chasing him.  Sometimes, I’ll be too lazy to chase him, but his  tail  will be wagging so fast I can’t  disappoint him. He  loves tug of war and wrestling. He wrestles with  me, with the cats and the dogs at the Bark Park. He is rough. Buddy  is always  playful. He doesn’t want to go to bed. He wants to play  24/7. I can’t keep up with him.  There’s no boring moment since Buddy showed up. Every day is play day. Once in a blue moon, he’ll be just laying down and doesn’t want to do anything. We  panic. Exactly what he wanted. We will be so worried about him. He got our full attention. He’s a character. I love him to death. He’s awesome.