My family has had an amazing experience with a seemingly doomed-for-death dog since Tuesday, February 12th 2008. He was found outside of a department store by the people who work there. My lovely wife is one of those people. This precious pooch had been abandoned at a shopping mall, hidden behind a bush, locked up inside a small carrying case, in the freezing rain no less!! He was wearing no collar, he had no dog tags. The initial thought was that someone may have left him out there while they were shopping. The workers in the department store had found him just in the nick of time. They all could have been very "corporate" and cold about this doggies unfortunate circumstances. But they weren't! They were very kindhearted to this poor, forsaken dog. They refused to leave him wet, stranded and alone. Although it is against store policy to have any kind of animal inside, they were determined to get him out of the sleet and freezing rain that was falling. The entire staff at this department store fell in love with him at first sight!

Mall security was notified, shoppers were asked questions, every resource available to them was used to find the owner of this mysterious mutt. There was no success in locating the person ( I use the term "person" lightly), that thoughtlessly dropped the life of this dog, never to return. Although many of the associates working there wanted to take him home, they're personal circumstances at home wouldn't allow them to. At the end of a 9 hour shift, he remained unclaimed. Considering the sad story and the precious picture of a helpless canine that my soul mate text messaged me, we adopted the poor little cast aside pup. He had just found himself a new home, at my house. The puppy's new family now includes 3 children, two cats and another dog. Oh yeah, . . . . . . . my better half and myself too!

She was really excited to get home and share all of the dog with all of us. When they stepped in the front door, the pup was really excited to be in a new home! His little white tail wagged at light speed it seemed! He may have been a little bit frightened at first in new surroundings and all the new faces. After he met me, one teenage girl, two teen boys, our dog named Stewie, and our two cats, he seemed to fit right in. Actually, . . . . he was sooooooooooo excited to be in his new home!

One of our cats is named Fishie and the other one is Sockie. They didn't like this new resident of the home one bit at first. I told you the pup was all wound up right? Well, he almost immediately reached the point of way too much excitement! He couldn't hold in the pee that was in his tiny little bladder! Our kids wanted to name him Whizzie because he was peeing in the house so often when we played with him. We called him Whizzie, Pee-Pee head, and Valentine (which has nothing to do with peeing!) but he's the cutest little guy! We couldn't even get mad at him for going pee-pee inside the house! Thank GOD for wood floors! (and cute dogs!)

He was wagging his tail and running around . . . but he looked kinda funny when he ran. At that point, we had no idea that he had been injured sometime ago in his past. He didn't whine, he didn't cry, he didn't bark or complain at all!!!

The following day (Wednesday, Feb 13th) I took him to our vet to have him scanned for a tracking chip. Maybe we could find out who's dog this is. You know, . . . a final chance to find the owner. Well, there was no identifying chip found. So we had our vet give him a full doggie check up. We thought that was a wise idea since he's now finally, officially becoming part of our family. I was asked several times at the vets "what is his name". I couldn't decide if pee-pee head was the right name, whizzer or whizzie. I had a really tough time figuring out his name of all things! Our vet wanted to do a thorough exam on him and I was instructed to leave him there for a few hours. They said he had to stay for a while so they could run tests on him. By the time I had to leave him there, I realized that I had been calling him my little buddy. That's when his name Buddie materialized! Right then I said to "officially put his name "Buddie" on the paperwork". They told me that they would call me in a couple of hours to come and pick him up after his exam.

Several hours later when I got the phone call from the vet, I got the shock of my life! They told me that he's a healthy little guy . . . . . besides the fact that his pelvis is broken in eight to ten places!

I WAS SHOCKED!

I was also amazed at how pleasant he has been despite the fact that he is all busted up.

We picked him up from the vet and brought him home around dinner time on Wednesday evening. We paid for some pain medicine to help him forget about his injuries. We were given the X-rays that were taken of his pulverized pelvis. Our veterinarian highly recommended that we take him to a doggie hospital the following day because of the exam results, and that's what we did. That's when this puppy story really takes off! You can get caught up, hear about the conclusion of his hospital stay, meet Buddie and his family on the website that is dedicated to him. Our buddy, Buddie!