Bud is scheduled to be on a big truck with 100 newly adopted rescue dogs heading North out of the Deep South, where many rescued dogs come from. The van is approved by the FDA and will stop in Brattleboro, Vt. on Saturday, September 29th, a little more than a week away.

There is some chance Bud’s passage will be delayed, he must first pass all of his heartworm tests. Today, I called my friend Carol Johnson, Bud’s foster  care person and rescuer, she lives in Southern Arkansas with bunch of homeless heartworm dogs.

Bud has been getting treatment for some time now. Every time I speak with Carol, she confides that Bud has eaten yet another thing I would never have given him.

“Today,” she confessed,” he ate a piece of Cinnamon roll, “I won’t say how he got it.”

“I know how he got it,” I said, “you gave it to  him. You are spoiling my dog.”

Carol, who is honest, did not deny it. She saw Bud at his awful worst, and she simply can’t say no to him. This means I will have a dog hanging around the dining room table looking for food from us which he will not get.

We never give our dogs human food or human kinds of treats. Carol is a softie, she gets these dogs when they are sick or horribly beat up, and she just can’t help spoiling them. I don’t blame her.

And Bud is clearly a charmer. He knows how to get her to cough up bits of roll, bread, cake or Jalepeno chips. Bud went from being an abandoned and mistreated dog to being a wily and spoiled dog. I see some training challenges ahead.

I am eager to meet But a week from Saturday in Brattleboro and to get on with the business of loving him and training him and getting to know him.

I love  Carol Johnson,  her heart is as big as Arkansas and there no stopping her spoiling Bud. Hopefully, I’ll know more next week.