Dewey.
God, how I have grown to love this dog.
He’s slow for a Scottish Terrier, sorta dim, clumsy, and has the biggest heart of any animal I’ve known.
He’s come a long way from the 9 year old miserable scrap of matted fur and pain that we brought home in January. It’s just amazing what good food, a warm bed, and a lot of love can do.
We had a few sunny days in Oregon last week and I saw him out on the grass. He was in the sun, just enjoying the rays. Motionless, with his eyes closed. Sitting straight up, soaking it all in.
I wondered what he was thinking about, just sitting there so quietly.
All of a sudden, he started running and cavorting all over the yard. He raced, he twisted, he turned, he jumped. He was gamboling like a little lamb in a pasture. Then, his happiness expressed--he went back his sun spot and closed his eyes again.
This time he was smiling.
God, how I have grown to love this dog.
He’s slow for a Scottish Terrier, sorta dim, clumsy, and has the biggest heart of any animal I’ve known.
He’s come a long way from the 9 year old miserable scrap of matted fur and pain that we brought home in January. It’s just amazing what good food, a warm bed, and a lot of love can do.
We had a few sunny days in Oregon last week and I saw him out on the grass. He was in the sun, just enjoying the rays. Motionless, with his eyes closed. Sitting straight up, soaking it all in.
I wondered what he was thinking about, just sitting there so quietly.
All of a sudden, he started running and cavorting all over the yard. He raced, he twisted, he turned, he jumped. He was gamboling like a little lamb in a pasture. Then, his happiness expressed--he went back his sun spot and closed his eyes again.
This time he was smiling.