Wednesday, January 18, 2017

The World According to Scooter


Hello, my name is Scooter and I am a very important person with very important jobs. Every morning I check my blog first thing and have noticed my Mom on GetMeToTheCountry.Blogspot.com has not featured me enough.  I am, after all, the most important person in this pack, right after Pack Leader, of course, so today is all about me.

I follow Pack Leader (who smells like coffee) everywhere he goes.  Sometimes I follow so close behind him that if he stops suddenly, I run into his legs.  If he is working, I am beside him; if he goes outside, I follow; every time he sits at the table, I am under his feet;  I even sleep on the floor beside his side of the bed.  I love Pack Leader and he loves me.

Cleaning the bottom of the morning coffee cup for Pack Leader.
This is Dustin, he is another member of my pack.  He smells like computers and calls me "Scoochie."  I never learned how to play with toys when I was younger so he is happy just snuggling and talking about robots to me. I pretend to understand.


This is Reese, he smells like outside and truck engines.  I hang with him when he is surfing the internet.  He thinks watching cat videos is funny.  I HATE them! Cats, not videos.


This is Joshua, he smells like Nana's house, which smells like fried ham.  I love it.  He calls me "Chunky" because I have gained 12 pounds this year since I joined this pack.  I am not fat, I am fighting weight.


This is Nana.  She smells like fried country ham, the world's best perfume.  When she met me for the first time while visiting my pack family, she used a beating stick to help her walk.  I was so scared, I ran and hid behind the bed.  She said, "Poor little thing" and left her stick by the front door.  She held onto the furniture as she slowly walked inside the house which is great because she will never step on my tail.

Nana is some type of a pack leader, but I don't know what type.  She decided to feed me from the table with REAL SILVERWARE.  Mom asked if she was really feeding a dog with silverware?  Nana just ignored her and continued doing as she pleased.  Nobody ignores Mom!  Then she told Pack Leader she wanted some fresh coffee made just by him since he makes the best.  He immediately got up and fixed her a whole pot of coffee. Pack Leader also does what she wants!


I quickly decided I liked Nana.  She is good at scratching bellies and knows exactly where the itchy spots are.


I joined this pack over a year ago.  My previous pack was not kind to me.  They threw me out and the local humane shelter  found me hungry and scared.  They never put me in one of those jail cages with the other dogs but let me stay hidden under a desk in the back office the whole time I was there. Every day the big man with strong hands and gentle eyes would try to get me to come out.  He would talk nicely, give me food and water, but I knew how mean people can be.  I would not come out. 

One day my new Mom finally found me.  She said she had been looking for someone with special fur just like me for over a year.  She said, I have hair not fur and will not make her itch.  That makes me better than anyone else.  I am special.  But for someone who loves my hair so much, why is she always giving me baths?


To show her I don't like the blow dryer, I stick my nose up against the door asking to "scoot" out.  That is how I got my name, when I first came here I kept trying to run away as fast as I could.  Even though this pack seemed to treat me nice, I could not trust anyone.  I kept scooting down the driveway as fast as I could run and would not come back until they caught me.  Then I would roll over and wait for them to beat me.  They never did hit me but instead they started calling me "Scooter" and now the name has stuck.


Once Joshua asked Mom, "Why did you save a dog that was so broken?  When we first got him it was months before he was brave enough to bark.  He was never taught to play ball, chase, or fetch like other dogs.  He is afraid of everything so runs and hides.  Even though you bought every rawhide chewy in the store, he won't touch them.  He is dysfunctional."

Mom gently said, "He fits perfectly with us in our dysfunctional family."

"But Mom, he is BROKEN!"

Mom whispered, "We are all broken. The more we are broken, the more we need love."

13 comments:

  1. Absolutely love this post and heartfelt message. I'm glad you have Scooter and he has you! ❤️
    Melody from Oregon

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    1. Thank you Melody. We are so blessed by him and as is true with all rescues, they sense they are blessed also.

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  2. Seriously one of the neatest post and sweetest. Precious.

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    1. Thank you. I will pass the message on to Scooter when he wakes. Right now he is snoozing beside Pack Leader.
      Jeannie aka Mom

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  3. We have a scooter only her name is Sam. She was very shy and afraid when she came to live with us, now she is the queen of the house. She also does not play with toys. We love her completely and she loves us.

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    1. Sam, must be short for Samantha? They do learn to take over your heart quickly. I do wonder why they don't care for toys. Anyway, Scooter is content following my husband everywhere he goes and is always looking at him. He does sit by me when he wants to look out the window. At least I get a little bit of attention.

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  4. Ok, am totally tearing up at this! I work in a vet clinic and I so feel for Scooter. So glad he's found such a happy forever family! (FYI, still tearing up. Great post as always! :)

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    1. Margaret, I did not intend to make you cry. I just want everyone to rush out and adopt a new pooch.

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    2. Tearing up in a good way! So happy that he found such a wonderful home, with people who understand him! *going misty-eyed again* :)

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  5. Love it! What a great post! Scooter got lucky when he got you guys.

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  6. So happy for Scooter and your family. I have a little rescue dog as well. It does get better when your next is empty. Hang in there!

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    1. I only want rescues, so many are lonely.
      Everyday it is slowly getting better. Scooter is helping me.

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