Scruffy The Legend

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We adopted him over a year ago now. From the very first day, he was my faithful servant. It was obvious that he knew immediately that I was his new daddy. This must have been some sort of transferrence from his previous family. I am told he was very close to his previous daddy. Charlie must have, by some sort of dog-brain wiring, immediately known that a permanent change had occurred. For all he knew, this is a normal thing that happens at a certain age for every dog. I have wirtten about charlie’s obvious desire to please me in older posts on this blog.

Still, Charlie is not the same dog now that he was a year ago. He has now come to fully accept me as his pack leader (for lack of a better word). If you read my book, you know Scruffy was always the pack leader, and that I was never 100% sure he understood exactly how much he meant to me, until the very last day of his life. I have never loved a dog more than Scruffy (as you well know if you read the book). Yet, there were things that I had wished Scruffy would do that was just not him. For instance, Scruffy was no lap dog. He would sit on my lap contentedly for 10 or 15 minutes if I hoisted him up. He would sometimes come and sometimes not, if I called him. He would stay with me on the sofa for awhile, but then have to go do something more important. These are just some examples of behavior that I would have liked to see in Scruffy (and all of my previuos dogs), but frequently just wasn’t there. All of my previous dogs seemed to be capable of independence. Without me, they could go on with their mommy or with another daddy.

Well, none of the above paragraph is true for Charlie. He does everything I have ever wanted a dog to do. He is the first dog who I think really considers me the most important thing in his life. He wants to be with me constantly. He begs to be on my lap all the time. He comes whenever called. He has become protective of me. I can see it when a stranger or other dog is present. He does not attack them, but is obviously ready should I give the command. He is too small to be a guard dog, but what he lacks in size, he definitely has in spirit. I seem to be so important to Charlie that I am actually starting to care about my own health now because I would hate to see him lose me.

Charlie has had episodes of bad behavior that I also have written about previoulsy on this blog. They seem to have disappeared now. Can he really be the perfect dog? I will keep you posted.

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Ahh tis a sure sign of spring when the snow flowers bloom.

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