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| THE WAYWARD BUDDY BROWN about four yrs. |
The Dog from Nova Scotia, Buddy Brown, was rescued from Newport Station near the town of Windsor. He arrived in Calgary August 29, 1998 via Air Canada cargo. His case came across Dog Nana’s desk (a table in a bar on Springfield Road in Halifax); the story being that Buddy would have to be destroyed for biting and uncontrolled behavior. Since there was no money for a vet to do the deed, Buddy was due to be shot by one of the men he bit. A helpful family relative. Clearly a road trip from Halifax to Newport Station was required to determine the full scope of the situation. If Buddy was in fact crazy and in need of being dispatched, there were better ways to do it other than shooting, and Anna Lee would sponsor the better way.
The road trip from Halifax to Windsor is beautiful, full of history and opens up lots of new stuff to explore like the Bay of Fundy, the Evangeline trail, Fort Edward, and the Annapolis Valley. How to impress a flat lander! All kinds of things to discover. Nova Scotia is a fantastic beautiful place. And there are a lot of dogs there too, so that is good.
Buddy lived in the unfenced back yard of a house that was situated alongside a busy roadway. He was chained, and locked and chained again, day and night to a makeshift dog house/ storage shed. He was insanely bounding to the end of the chain barking and snorting, in the midst of bones and dead things, dirt, logs and wasps, without fresh water or a bed. He was in immensely poor circumstance, even though he was probably very loved at one time in his life. He had been a "girl friend/boy friend lovey dovey play house gift". He was thoroughly surprised when Nana suddenly strode up to him and from just beyond the reach of his chain patted his chest. She said, “What a noisy boy”. Buddy sat back and took a long look.
Once the training collar and the six foot leather leash were on his neck, Buddy went charging into a straight headlong tug. Nana gave him a whip lash correction, harsh and exact. She abruptly changed direction and pace, Buddy hustled to catch up and when they finally stopped, he looked down at the chain and clip on his neck, followed down and up the leash with his gaze and came to rest on Nana’s face. Buddy thought, “Who the hell are you and when are you leaving? I’d like to chase the train please.”
Buddy’s downfall was he would constantly escape his confining chains, run at large and raid the neighborhood. He was a plague. He played chicken with cars, chased the trains and people, especially kids on roller blades and molested other dogs. There was a playground on the other side of a hedge which lined the back of the property where Buddy lived. Kids at playground would lose their ball in the hedge; rustle around looking for it, driving Buddy mad. His chains held him back but he was still very threatening to the children. Pheasants living in the trees nearby had learned the limited length of Buddy’s chain and they also tormented him as they picked and pecked along the ditches. There was a food freezer in the storage shed. It was there that Buddy bit his last victim who was removing a turkey from the freezer to take to the house for cooking. Buddy figured the freezer was his to protect from non-pack members.
Nana took Buddy for a walk on leash. He was a fast learner. After talking to Buddy about all these things, Nana could see the only way to save him was to get him out of there. If the man did not shoot him, someone else would. The Canadian Kennel Club people would not help Nana with a single thing because Bud was not a pure bred dog (the bitches)so Nana found help from the CBC radio in Halifax, from Matt Griffith at Air Canada halifax who helped with cargo fare, Dr. Neil Pothier a vet from Digby NS who helped with a crate deal and pills, and Buddy’s owners, who even though Buddy escaped one last time and took off, managed to catch him and drove him to the Halifax airport on the appointed day.
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| From the journal, getting him accustomed to the crate. |
Before she left ahead of Buddy, (they could not get the same flight) Nana made a second trip back to Newport station, to drop off the crate, leash and collar and airline ticket for Buddy. Since he had never been in a crate before, he had to try it out to be sure it would not be a crazy fight at the airport. He did very well and at the airiport his owners had no trouble with him. His flight to Clagary with a stop in Toronto was twelve hours. On arrival at Calgary International, he popped out of the crate a peed a lake on the nearest parking lot post. He never looked back and became a famous trained dog. Buddy the Dog from Nova Scotia.
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| Buddy in Calgary at Anna Lee Kennels |
Trained, groomed, well fed and enjoying freedom
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