This is Buckley, a Hudson dog with his own touching story of finding a new home, but we'll leave the telling of that tale to Buckley and his humans. Our story is about when William met Buckley.
It might be said that Buckley has a Napoleon complex. He overcompensates for his diminutive size by barking wildly and displaying histrionic fierceness whenever he sees a big dog, especially a big black dog like William. I remember an early encounter with Buckley. William and I were on one side of Warren Street, Buckley and his humans were on the other. As soon as Buckley spied William, he went into an apoplexy of barking--jumping and growling and showing his teeth. William was unfazed by this ferocity.
Several weeks later, while on a Sunday evening walk, William and I were invited for a drink in a neighbor's fenced yard. Buckley and his humans were already there. Once inside the gate, I let William off his leash, poised to intervene if things went bad between William and Buckley. Off leash and up close though, Buckley's attitude toward William was entirely different. He wanted to play.
In human years, William was already a septuagenarian and Buckley was a hyperactive five-year-old, but William was game, and the two of them raced around the yard endlessly. Sometimes it appeared that Buckley was chasing William; at other times, William seemed to be chasing Buckley. At one point, William, desperate for a break, followed our hostess into the house, where he emptied the resident dog's water bowl and devoured his kibble. When I chided him for bad manners and brought him back outside, the romp with Buckley resumed. It didn't end until William, exhausted, tried to hide under my chair, and one of Buckley's humans took him home for a time-out.