Buddy always kept on eye on the kids when they were out playing, in fact, he use to grab our arms and pull us off the sleds in the winter time if we were laughing too much, he couldn't understand us sliding down the hill and not being in trouble.
Buddy went traveling with Joe and I the first time I took him to Colorado to meet my siblings. We camped at KOA campgrounds and slept in the back of the old station wagon, Joe, I and Buddy. It was the only time he was allowed to sleep with us, normally his place was on a rug on the floor
next to Joe's side of the bed. 
Buddy loved playing in the snow in Burnsville, in fact he is buried not far from where this picture was taken when he met his untimely death at age 11 with a run in with a car in the wee hours of the morning. The kids were being picked up by their maternal grandmother and he went outside with them, and unfortunately followed their car to the highway before we realized it. It was a heart break for Joe and David especially, and we all missed him terribly.His loss led us to search out another dog. . . leading us to the beginning of dog competition, which continues to this day.
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