People ask me sometimes why I write about Buddy — why living with a beagle, of all the dogs in the world, seemed worth an entire book. Why not a braver dog, they say. A bigger one. A rescue with a dramatic backstory. Why a beagle who steals socks and barks at the postman and…
Buddy found a sock. That’s the whole crime report. There is now one sock missing in this house, and only Buddy knows where it went. Not a pair of socks. One single sock. Its partner sits in the drawer, alone and confused, waiting for a reunion that may never come. Buddy knows where it is….
This is the story of the day Buddy declared war on the postman — and, depending on how you look at it, also lost. It’s a Tuesday morning. I’m sitting at my desk with a coffee, feeling very productive, very peaceful, very much like a person who has their life together. Then the letterbox opens….