There was a farmer, had a dog, and Buddy was his name-oh!
Then one day a new family moved in up the road. Buddy paid the new family a visit to welcome them to the area, as is the custom in East Texas. Buddy liked the new family. In fact, Buddy like the new family a whole lot. Buddy spent the night and the next day. And the next day.
The new family did not know Buddy’s name and so they called him “That Dingo Dog” because, in fact, Buddy looked like a Dingo. Dingo fell in love with the children and the children fell in love with Dingo.
Every couple of days, the new family would load Buddy into the car and take him back to his owner. But the next day, or sometimes later the same day, Buddy would be back hanging around, trying to blend in.
One day, Buddy’s owner came and got him. They were moving to a new farm, 10 or 15 miles up the road. Buddy jumped into the truck and the children cried and waved goodbye to Dingo Buddy as they drove away knowing that they would never seem him again.
But. The next morning Buddy-Dingo was sitting by the back door. A call was made to Buddy’s family and they came and got him. Once again, the children cried and waved goodbye to Dingo Buddy.
The next morning, when the sun came up, Dingo was laying by the back door, thumping his tail and waiting for the children to come out and play.
And that was the end of Buddy. Buddy’s family never came after him again and no effort was made to return him.
Buddy became Dingo and is now living happily ever after in the East Texas country side with three children who adore him.
They say you can’t choose your family. Unless you are one lucky dog, then you can.