This is my newest project.
Photo from Bonaparte's Retreat
Scooter is at least part coon dog, if not full blooded, is pretty gray around the muzzle, has some arthritis, lacks many of his teeth and needs help getting on my bed. He also sheds enough hair within a couple of hours to weave a rug.
He has a very strong prey instinct, so we avoid cats, rabbits, squirrels and small dogs when we go out for walks on the apartment grounds. Apparently, he doesn't just go after them for the thrill of the chase either. Of course there has to be a cat that happens to enjoy sitting outside the sliding glass doors to the patio - taunting Scooter to come and get him. Dumb cat. Even dumber owners.
Other than that, Scooter is one mellow dog and a bundle of sweetness. He obviously had some good training in his past life because he is exceptionally well behaved - except when he sees that damn cat. He doesn't chew, get in the garbage or pee on the carpet, all good reasons for adopting an older dog. He rarely barks, except when he sees a cat on the other side of the glass door, and so far I haven't heard one single howl. He doesn't have separation anxiety when I go out, at least I don't think so, but he likes to be close - very close - when I'm home.
My apartment manager is responsible for all this, so I have her to thank for this new family member. The guy loves to be loved and I love to give it to him.
On the 23rd, it will have been a year since Lucky had to be put to sleep. Not a day has passed that I haven't missed him - his spirit, his mischievousness, his sense of humor, his gentleness, his intelligence, his very presence. Every time I look for a jacket or pair of jeans that don't have holes in the pockets from when he went after the treats, I think of him. Whenever I get out a ball of yarn that has been chewed and is all tangled up, I think of him. On the rare occasions when I vacuum, I remember how he'd bark and snap at it the entire time.
No, I will never forget Lucky but the mourning period has to come to an end and now I have Scooter. When you think about it, having dogs is not unlike having kids - they're all very different but you love each one just as much as the other.
November 23, 2010