Robin asked in the comment section of my last entry where Buddy lives: Well, he belongs to the next-door neighbors whose house burned in December. They are temporarily living in our little town two miles away, waiting to rebuild.
Buddy has always run free, just like my Mandy did. They were puppies together, and were practically inseparable. In fact, I heard second-hand that a witness said they were frolicking on the road together when Mandy was hit and killed.
The neighbors sometimes take Buddy to their house in town for the night, but he gets in trouble there; the leash law is poorly enforced, but town folk don't take too kindly to his chasing their cats, tearing up their garbage, and pooping in their yards. He's a high-energy creature, used to hunting in the woods here. So he is with us more than he is with his family.
I keep dog food out for him. He does create a problem, since he tries his best to get Sadie to run away with him like Mandy did. We could turn Sadie loose in the pasture when we take our daily walk, if it weren't for him. She is as hyper and as fast as Buddy is, so once they disappear into the woods, it's a while before they return. And my heart stops until I find her again.
Anyhow, Buddy can play a little with Sadie when she's on the 20-foot leash. And maybe that way he won't miss his old buddy Mandy quite as much. It's interesting that there are lots of free-roaming dogs in the neighborhood he could be chums with. I guess they just don't fill Mandy's shoes.