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There’s my Buddy!!
Buddy is a good boy!
He wasn’t always. When he was rescued as a young pup, he was living under a barn in North Carolina. His mother had perished in a fire.
Buddy was a scared boy.
He journeyed in a crate in the back of a pickup truck to a doggy boarding house in New Hampshire. When he was claimed by his owners, he was the lone dog left outside when the rest of the pack was in the house.
Buddy was ostracized.
Now Buddy lives a full and happy life. I think he knows this. He’s no lapdog. He’s an 85lb redbone coon hound. Hounddog indeed!
He doesn’t exactly bark – he howls! And at everything.
He certainly spends plenty of time outside, he loves to hunt, hike, swim and hunt.
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