I really love this letter, it is from a puppy purchased many years ago!
April 25, 2011
Dear Sharon,
I am sitting here, drinking my coffee, and looking out at the horses grazing out in the pasture. A rare moment for me which I cherish all the more since my work week is spent teaching and driving back and forth to work. (Believe me, I am thankful for the job). In the background are the noises of Scooter as he growls fiercely, entertaining himself by worrying and playing with his rawhide chew bone. This little dog has given us so much joy and consternation since we got him at 5 weeks. I still remember sitting in the middle of your floor trying to pick the puppy that would become a life-long member of our family. Scooter captured my heart almost at once! If you remember, I was picking one to be my "haulin" companion and I was going to name him Pancho to go with a friend's "Lefty", but when I walked in to our house that night, Mark claimed him for himself and immediately named him Scooter.
Scooter broke the mold of all our former dogs when at 6 weeks old he established his independence by refusing to go to his "box" (doggy bed) even though he had already learned to go there on command, astonishing at 6 weeks old. I was determined he would mind, and he was even more determined to not mind. I would put him in, and he would immediately vacate. Finally, he found a crevice between the fireplace and the bookcase and would not come out. Mark sagely told me at that point, I had best give up the battle rather than lose the war. For once, I deferred to him, and I have not regretted it. Most of the time, Scooter minds beautifully, only when he thinks he is not going to be allowed to go with us, he hides under the vehicle to keep us from leaving without him. Occasionally when he wants to go on his own little adventure, and we can call him back, he will turn and stare at us. Then if we take a step forward toward him, he will reluctantly come back, but he does. He is good at sneaking off, though! He will be right with one of us, waiting until he knows our attention is diverted, and then he will be gone in an instant.
Scooter is the most loving and loyal little companion, but he can easily be offended. He and I have our little ritual when he goes with me. (His favorite word is "GO", and he knows when I am getting ready to go somewhere, even before I start getting ready.) He immediately assumes the console and turns to me and we give "lickys" to one another without actually licking one another and Scooter is in ecstasy. However, if Scooter thinks I am giving too much affection to another dog, he sulks and will not even look at me. He becomes such a little martyr and milks the situation for everything it is worth. He presently is sharing our little RV with us and Mazie, our little miniature Aussie, and he has been sorely tried since she thinks everything is hers even though there is always one of each for each of them. Unlike his domination of any male dog, amazingly he tolerates Mazie, and gives into her, but he lets her know what her limits are by deep little growls. She knows when he is serious and will not cross that line.
Sadly, Scooter is growing old. He's more content to just lay around and he has trouble jumping into Mark's 4-wheel drive truck. Mark has to give a little shove on his rear end in mid air to help him make the leap. I had him neutered lest year because I could not keep him home when the female dogs down the road would come into heat, even when other dogs there beat him up badly. He has gained so much weight, and I have had to put him on a low-fat diet. Scooter is still "Scooter", though and we love him dearly. I just want to say thank you for allowing us the privilege of having such a wonderful little dog, even though sometimes he frustrates us, he has always been the smartest, most loving companion.
Phyllis Graham.

The left picture is
Scooter in his favor
place.

To the right "A young Scooter" taken taken several years ago.