My name tells part of my story because for six happy years, my person and I were best buddies. His death turned my world upside down. And although his widow was good to me—putting down throw rugs so I could walk on the shiniest tile—she’s moving out of state, so I’m here all alone. Thankfully, my sweet, easy-going nature has helped me make friends. I love our playtime and daily walks because I always enjoy the company of gentle people. Sometimes they say words I know, like “sit,” “wait,” and “jacket,” (which apparently means “put your foot in the halter”), but my greatest talent is being a buddy. I’m an 18-pound Chihuahua/Dachshund mix male, and at 8 years old, I could be your great buddy for a long time to come.