My mom did this….


You Are: 70% Dog, 30% Cat


You and dogs definitely have a lot in common.You’re both goofy, happy, and content with the small things in life.However, you’re definitely not as needy as the average dog. You need your down time occasionally.

I was a little worried, because before I came along, Mom considered herself to be a cat person.  But I see that I have almost completely converted her.  I guess I need a little more time before the work is totally done!  How long do you think it will take?

A Handsome Dog

coyote1.jpgThis is not me.  This is a picture of a coyote.

When I was still a puppy, sometimes people would say that I looked like a coyote.  For some reason this made my mom look a little sad.  I don’t know why.  She would get bummed out when someone said, “That dog looks like a coyote.” 

Recently we saw this picture of a coyote.  I think coyotes are handsome animals.  And maybe, just maybe, he does look a little like me. 

What do you think? 

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Rowan tagged me!

scout-smiling.jpgHere goes:

 Rowan, who is my best dog friend,  tagged me.

– Link to the person that tagged you. (done)
– Post the rules on your blog. (done)
– Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself. (done)
– Tag six people and at the end of your post, link to their blogs. (done)
– Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

1. I like to roll around in the snow.  My guardians sometimes call it “writhing”, which doesn’t sound very nice, does it?  I like the way the cold snow and ice feels on my fur.

2. Most of the time, I don’t understand why Mom and Dad get so bummed when I get sick.  As soon as I’m done, I feel better.

3. I scratch myself a lot.  I think just for something to do.

4. I think I am really pretty, and am pretty sure that everybody likes me.

5. I really like it when I get to go on vacation with Mom and Dad.  But, I like it when I get to stay and play with other dogs, too.  Don’t tell them.  I want them to feel guilty.

6.  I like to chew things.  Mostly, I like my toys, like my new cactus squeaky toy from Wherever Diane Went, but I also have been known to chew:  pens, money, cardboard, books (really, only one or two) and a sandal — once.  Really, I’m just curious.  What’s a dog to do?

I tag Zorra’s Amie, Wyrdbyrd‘s Isabel, MollyHotCup‘s MochaJavaPuppy and humans… if there are any humans who haven’t done this, please feel free!

Because Rowan Did It

***The Recipe For Scout the Dog***
3 parts Naughtiness
2 parts Boldness
1 part Courage

Splash of Uniqueness

Finish off with a little umbrella and straw
What’s the Recipe for Your Personality?
http://www.blogthings.com/whatstherecipeforyourpersonalityquiz/

especially for Grendel…

Here is a link to a picture of Pink.

 She is a nice dog.

By the way, I am home now.

Here’s What Happened

My people took their suitcases and closed the door and LEFT ME.  All by myself.  I was not very happy.

 Then, a few minutes later the Nice Older Lady I Am Not Supposed To Jump On came over.  It was Very Exciting!

And then, something even more exciting happened!  The Woman Who Speaks Dog came over, too!  I was So Excited that when she opened the front door, I ran out!

I ran up and down the street for a few minutes.  Did someone call me?  I don’t know!  I didn’t hear anything!

Then, the Woman Who Speaks Dog backed her car into the street and opened the back hatch.  I jumped right in!  I will go anywhere with her!  She Speaks Dog!

That’s what happened.

I’m safe now.  I’ve been playing with a dog called Pink, who looks a lot like me.

See you later!

I hope you are having as much fun as I am!

Love,

Scout

I think they’re leaving

I’m getting a little suspicious.  There are suitcases all over the floor, and they are ironing (something they hardly ever do) and Diane is making extra rice and hamburger (smells delicious!).

 It’s a little depressing.  On the one hand, I get to meet new friends and play when they are gone.  On the other hand, why do they leave me?  Why do they take me away from my house and my bed and my toys and my front window that looks out into my street?  Why? why? why?

I just want to be with them.

Please pray for me.

Also for Diane.  I see she is putting a picture of me into her suitcase.

I wonder what she does all day without me?  After all, I am the best part of her day.