Scout -
In the year 2007, I had not been born yet. My mom and dad used to tell me the story of how we got our first dog, Scout. Mom used to say, “I was coming home from work and as I approached the steps, I saw a small stray dog by the door. He had a black coat with white splotches here and there, but a white underbelly and face. I called your father, and we put out a bowl of water and a plate of cereal for him to eat.”
At this point in the story, I always asked, “Why did you give him cereal?”, and mom answered with, “we had no dog food as we did not have a dog, at the time.”
Mom always picked up the story. “As me and your dad left the house in the morning to go to work, we saw that the the bowl and plate on the front steps were empty, and the stray was still there. The dog was still there in the evening when we came home, and the next morning after that.”
“It was like the stray had already decided he was to live here.” Mom used to say.
“So, that evening when I came home from work, I called animal control, and they picked him up. 10 days later, when no one claimed him, the shelter was to give him 2 weeks for someone to adopt him, or he would be put down, like all the other animals there.”
“So I told your dad, ‘You know that if someone doesn’t take him, they’ll kill him.’”
“So your dad gave in and me and Michael adopted the dog. We named him ‘Scout’, as me and your dad met at a Boy Scout event.
I have always loved this story because I hated to think about what would have happened to Scout if my parents had not adopted him.
Now, Scout mostly sleeps. He is 16 years old - but still going!
I love him deeply and we still cuddle. He doesn’t really like Sierra but still tolerates her.
Heart this post to send love to Scout!
Here are some pictures of Scout:
Sub for Scout!
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