Rubrecht's Buddy (Buddy)
Buddy was our first Golden Retriever that we got in 1984 when I was in Minnesota for work. Buddy was the grandson of FC AFC Chief Sands OS FDHF. Buddy and our son Ray grew up together as Ray was 5 when we got Buddy and Cara was just a baby. We did not know what we had in Buddy and his lack of entertainment led him to be a little deviant. We did not know what proper training was but buddy was still quite obedient.
I was working night shift at the nuke plant and would come home at 4:30am. We lived on a residential/ski/fishing lake and we went fishing every morning where I found the best fishing of my life. At first, the lake was frozen and at times looked like a highway behind the house. I would bundle Buddy up on the sled and would pull him out onto the ice with my ice fishing pole and we would go kick open an ice fishing hole. Buddy was my fishing buddy and as it warmed up, we got the johnboat in the water. Buddy went fishing with me every morning where we would watch the sun come up. I would come home and fillet fish for a couple hours, go to bed, go to work, and Buddy would be waiting for me the next morning to go fishing. While I was asleep, Buddy was Ray’s buddy.
We moved back to Cincinnati and then to Tampa in 1985 where we set up residence in a suburb subdivision. We bought a small house with a drainage easement contained within our boundary and eventually I fenced it in. Buddy was initially unstoppable digging under the fence to track down the girls in the neighborhood and the community muscovy ducks. Buddy was not well liked in the community as he would terrorize the ponds and all the ducks after escaping. It took a cow fence wire along the bottom of the fence to temporarily stop him. When the girls in the neighborhood, one Golden Retriever in particular, came into season, Buddy would find a way to go and camp out. I could not figure it out for the longest time how he was getting out. The only unguarded exit was the drainage pipe which came under the road from the pond across the street. Sure enough, Buddy figured out the path through the pipe and out across the street. Every time he got out, I would wait 45 minutes for him to travel through the woods to the next subdivision and would find him peering in the window at his Golden girlfriend’s house. He camped out for a couple weeks at another subdivision with a Lab in season. Her owner began feeding him and then let him breed with her girl. He was the King and later got to visit his litter of puppies.
Buddy was a small golden weighing 57# and was always in great shape. Buddy was a beautiful medium golden color with a nice mane. He was so proud of his toys and conquests and would strut around with his chest stuck out. We did not know of the field and obedience events at that time. He knew what “get the duck” meant but we did not.
One of our friends had gotten a female golden named Cozy (Golden Cozy Bear). He was a lawn care/golf course pesticide and fertilizer supplier and Cozy was not helping his show lawn and she was given to us. While not planned, and while I was away, Cozy went into season and Buddy knew what to do when Pat’s guard was down and given just a short opening. We had an unplanned breeding which provided our wonderful boy Bouncer (Bouncer Rajah of Sands CD). Bouncer carried on Buddy’s legacy.