Going away , the smartest dog . Buddy-Ro was smarter than most people. Examples; He just knew who to trust. A trait of his from the very beginning. He was turned out from a puppy mill somewhere near McCall Idaho. Found by a passerby after spending 7-10 days in a ditch with a broken hip and both rear legs, he was taken to the local vet to be put down. Upon arrival he went into '' The Buddy-Ro show''. Equal parts comedian/con artist/manipulator. Our Doc. took pity and bought into his show. His many weeks of re-hab included working with the Vet's cutting horse. He excelled at the work despite still having one leg in a cast.X-mas eve came and it was time for us to meet. I owned a rest./lounge just down the road and my friends/employees decided a dog with a broken leg would be a suitable present for me. So, after an afternoon of snomobiling they put thier plan into motion. Everyone in town it seemed was in on it. After a few libations a quiet came over the bar area. Knowing smiles all around. As I waited for the other shoe to drop Jainie walked through the front door and put down a green army surplus blanket on the floor in the middle of the room. On cue, Buddy walked/limped into the bar. Straight to the blancket, sat down and threw me that look only a Border Collie has. I know exactly how sheep feel when being herded. I was hooked. As a pup (3 yrs. + for the breed ) he had the whole town in his paws. Nobody, not one person could resist. I came to realize he had more friends than I did. Wearing out people playing frisbee by the dozens in back of the bar. I SWEAR . . Constantly sizing people up.Testing them for his own amusement. One night while everyone was having fun,dancing away at the club I noticed Buddy-Ro sizing things up. After a few minutes he made his move. Completely self assurred he went directly to 4'11'' Claudia who was dancing away. She stopped, thought for a sec. and asked him to dance. He stood straight up on his gimped out hind legs , put his front paws on her shoulders and proceeded to put on a show that would have made Fred Astaire take notice. No training what so ever. On another occasion we had a real problem. Hunting season was in and 4 very,very drunk fellas came in. I refused to serve them. But they could stay to eat, shoot pool etc. For a while things were fine. BIG MISTAKE. It wasn't long and chairs and people went airborne. As everything was hitting the fan Buddy again sized things up. While we were busy trying to get control these rascals he casually went from the bar area and snuck into the dining room. He went to the table furthest from the action, then proceeded to finish off a ribeye steak dinner for four. All the while keeping an eye on the free entertainment. Witnessed by Sally. As the smoke cleared/dusted settled he quietly made his way back to his spot at the end of the bar, satisfied . I could (and have) go on for hours with his capers. We had to put our friend down thanksgiving 2010. I hope he waits for me wherever the journey takes us. I'll bet he has the power of speech when next we meet. Getting him to shut up will be the toughest trick. J.R.