Scout was surrendered to the rescue in 1994 as a young, wild maniac that was out of control. The dog that I met in June of 2005, was not that dog, but was a gentleman in every sense. The family that had adopted Scout had a change in their family circumstances, and were moving to California. They felt that the trip across country would be too much for a 14 year old dog, and they made the decision to return him to the rescue.
|~Scouts designer collar~|
Scout had lived his entire life as an only dog and his now being part of a multi-dog household was very upsetting for him. I can still remember him standing in the corner of my kitchen that first day, scared and shaking because of how upside down his world had become. Needless to say, I felt terrible! I recall thinking that if his family could have seen him, they would have changed their minds about returning Scout because he was so miserable.
Thankfully with time, Scout got used to the household and his new life and routine. He was such an enjoyable, gentle and affectionate companion and like Kasey, I loved taking him with me whenever I could. People were astonished by Scout's age and how healthy and vibrant he was; I told people every chance I got about the dog I called either 'my little boy-scout' or 'my little rich boy.'
|~Our Gang in 2005: Scout far left, Kasey, Charlie, Josh, in the back Wendy & Tosh~|