He didn't want to go to the basement - what with its clean carpet, color television, comfortable couch and toys to chew on - no, he wanted to go for a walk, damn it, a WALK. Right frickin' now.
Between the two of us, CB and me, we got most of Buddy to the basement.
Before anyone calls PETA, the door is about 2 inches from the floor so Buddy's tail wasn't harmed during the taking of this photo or the publication of this blog.
I hobbled to the car to get my camera and right after I snapped this picture, the tail, along with the rest of the dog, I suppose, slithered away.
According to all reports, dog and tail rested comfortably in the basement for most of the morning and enjoyed an afternoon walk.
