Scout was our first dog to come into our married life. Her name comes from the character in “To Kill a Mockingbird.” Scout was born under a trailer somewhere in central Texas. As far as we can tell, she is a Labrador, Springer Spaniel, and possibly a Catahoula mix. The little Hispanic boys in the neighborhood thought Scout was great. They called her “Dalmatian Dog Number Zero” and called her a “cool” dog. The boys would say, “Mister, you have a cool dog!” to which I would reply, pointing at another dog that constantly followed them everywhere, “You have a cool dog, too!” Their reply was always, “That’s not a cool dog. Your dog is a cool dog!” Using their hands, they would try and imitate Scout’s floppy ears.
In those days, we lived in small rent houses and Scout was an extremely active dog. Daily walks not being sufficient, we sought out new avenues of exercise. We first enrolled in puppy class, where of course
Scout was a star, so from the puppy class Terri and Scout progressed to dog obedience. The American Kennel Club (AKC) does not allow mixed-breed dogs in their competitions, so wife and dog began competing in obedience sponsored by the United Kennel Club (UKC). Never speedy but always deliberate, Scout succeeded in earning her way to a UOCH, at the time the highest obedience title a mixed-breed could receive.
After Scout ended her obedience career, she retired to sniffing around the yard, naps, cookies, and maintaining her status as head of the pack. As of 2008, she is still with us, and despite her deafness, poor eyesight, and arthritis, she can still come running for a dog biscuit.