Now, the sad news: Buddy began biting...first he bit Zappa on the nose, then one day peeled a large flap of skin off the inside of Zappa's leg. Weeks later, Lynn had him on the leash and gave a sharp correction; he turned and bit her. He tried to bite me on several corrections. We began talking to experts and they all gave the same opinion: it was probably due to a brain dysfunction for which nothing could be done, and that he was "infecting" the other dogs with his violent behavior. In fact, the latter, at least, was true...I had seen a dramatic increase in fight behavior. So, Buddy was judged criminally insane with canicidal(dogicidal) tendencies and sentenced to death on the 24th of February, 2001. The sentence was carried out later that day at the local humane shelter.
By way of tribute, here are a few photos of Buddy, a damn good dog...
Buddy and Inga asleep on the (dirty) lanai
Buddy on duty in the back yard
Buddy soaks up the Florida sun, flat on his back
An as-yet-unreleased photo which never happened, Buddy on the beach
Buddy . 1995-2001 . R.I.P.
We got a local police officer to take this shot of us (without any dogs) on our honeymoon.