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Good-bye Scout

Scout

Scout

Last Thursday night, I took Scout for her last walk. It was a good walk and we made it about half a block. I can still remember those long walks we took when she was a puppy, walking for hours, both morning and evening, in a futile attempt to expend her limitless puppy energy.

Scout’s floppy ears were the definition of soft… I don’t think there can found anything on the earth softer. For sixteen years those ears were stroked, pulled, stretched, and twisted, and she loved every minute of it.

If it is possible to say that a dog can have no vices, then you would have to say that about Scout. She was loving, obedient, and always wanting to please. She quietly ruled our pack and kept it in line. She was wonderful with little children.

It’s amazing how one little dog can completely change your life.

When Scout came into our life she was our first puppy. Looking for guidance, we found Good Owners, Great Dogs by Brian Kilcommons. Kilkommons devoted one page of his book to saying good-bye to your old friend. I remember reading this page several times, trying to imagine letting go of my new friend. Then the book got placed on the shelf and the page forgotten for fifteen years. A few weeks ago it came time to re-read what was read so long ago:

People ask me “How will I know when it is time?” and I always tell them “Love them, care for them, and when the pain is greater than the comfort, you’ll know. Trust yourself, you’ll know.”

Good-bye Scout.

Scout passed off this earth on January 30, 2009

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Dogs and Russians

Random Dog, Petrodvorets, Russian Federation, 2008

Random Dog, Petrodvorets, Russian Federation, 2008

Russians love dogs. I wrote about Muslims being wary of dogs. Not so the Russians. We found this dog taking care of business on the grounds of Petrodvorets, here chasing a squirrel up a tree, later getting his stomach rubbed by a pair of small children. Continue reading

Life with a Muslim Exchange Student

Volunteer Work, Texas, 2007

Volunteer Work, Texas, 2007

Somehow in our hosting journey we were transitioned from Slavic to Muslim daughters. After four daughters from Russia and Belarus as well as months spent in those two countries, having a Russian in the house became comfortable and predictable. Those things that made them Russian no longer seemed different or surprising but just what was to be expected. Without doubt, taking in a Muslim exchange daughter moved us out of our comfort zone and into a new learning experience. Continue reading

Ollie

Ollie

Ollie

What can one say about Ollie? He is a big, black, fuzzy dog. He is half-lab and half-chow. He has a lot to say. He is good at showing his teeth and scaring any workmen who come on our property. He would most like to be a lap dog. Sometimes we call him Mr. Woof. Continue reading

Brett

Brett

Brett

Brett is my dog and she is a red Border Collie. Terri borrowed her for a few years so that they could achieve doggy fame, but Brett is still my dog. I was the one who spent the six months rehabilitating her when she had a complete tear of her ACL, and I am the human in charge of throwing her ball each night. Continue reading

Scout

Scout

Scout, 2006

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. Continue reading