My name is Buddy Shapiro — Buddy to my friends. I live in Manhattan with my Aunties, Ms. Karen and Ms. Lucy, and am frequently visited by my mother, Ms. Amy Shapiro, who rescued me ten years ago from a pet store, and from whom I derive my abundance of names.
Here’s what I love: dried liver treats, watching tv, licking all surfaces, herding my humans, running in circles on the bed, barking so shrilly that Auntie Lucy has to cover her ears and curse under her breath, and reading the Sunday paper.
Here’s what I don’t love: small humans, televised dog shows, uniforms, unannounced visitors, wind, and any form of change.
For many years Auntie Karen was very sick and confined to bed and she tells people that I was her round-the-clock therapist. We played tug of war and I shared her meals. I am especially fond of salad.
I’ve been told that I’m a good listener and Auntie Lucy says I’m an “old soul”. It’s also said that I more resemble a cat than a dog. This is because I like to perch on the backs of chairs and I am aloof by nature. The humans in my life are extremely fond of me. On a good day I am passed from lap to lap to lap and my feet never touch the floor.
This is what I enjoy but am prohibited from doing: chewing on my foot, drinking coffee, digging in the furniture, barking incessantly, and intimidating visitors.
Basically life is good and I wish you all a pleasant day.