The next dog was Scuppers, a lovely mix of things, including some beagle, I brought home from the SPCA in 1999.* That darling boy turned out to be a highly aggressive biting dog and I was forced to return him to the SPCA.* I wouldn't be surprised if he were still there.* He was rather in command of the place and the people who worked there had always let him hang out with them in the front reception office.* They reported to me Scups was also fond of visiting the cats in the cattery there.* Dear Scups.
After that we considered JRTs for our small breed.* Ruled that out for a number of reasons and settled on beagles.* Might as well have gone with a jack, as far as activity is concerned!* ** *Megan was our first and she came from a breeder in southwestern Oklahoma in 2001.* She was born 3 days after 9/11.
I really wanted Meg to have a playmate, so enter Darwin 6 months later.* Another southwestern OK breeder produced that wonderful little boy.* Meggie mothered him and took him in as if he was her own.* The first day home she stretched out for him to suckle!* Remarkable as she was so young and spayed.* Nevertheless, under her protective and guiding wing he went.
A couple of years later Rusty came along.* A girlfriend who could not keep him due to a nasty divorce asked if I would help her find Rusty a good home.* She brought him down from Kansas, her home, to stay with us until I found the perfect forever home.* Well, I suppose Rusty was really my first unofficial foster failure.* The sweetest dispostion, such a beautiful border collie, and he enjoyed being with the other dogs.* That was pretty much that.
My next foster failure was two years ago.* I was working with our lab rescue and was to overnight this gorgeous black male.* I got him home and within the hour I called rescue and asked the intake woman to get me the adoption papers as soon as she could.* She must have broken speed records to drive them to my house and the deal was done.* It was then that this lab's named changed from Smokey to Flynn.* *
And last, but certainly not least, there is Scamp.* Beautiful purebred Lhasa.* Running loose down a very busy main street by our neighborhood last Thanksgiving, a neighbor scooped him up.* No pets allowed at his apartments, and knowing we love dogs, he rat-a-tat-tatted on our front door.* Tud went out to see what the neighbor wanted.* It was dark, it was cold.* He came back inside carrying this dirty mop of creamy and blonde and vanilla-y fur like it was his first born child.* That was Scamp.* What a cutie!* And her certainly bears out that old adage about good things coming in small packages.
I'm glad you asked, Janna.* As we all enjoy doing, this gave me the opportunity to tell a little about each one all on the same page.
Seamus was my surprise 50th birthday present from Tud. He came after Darwin. I had been wanting a black male ever since Paddy was about 2 years. It didn't happen and didn't happen, so I set the plan. I'd lure Tud to the JL board and have him look at cute black puppy pictures. I'd tell the stories. I heave big *sighs* and in a small and withering voice accomanied with a quivering lip would say, "Oh well. Maybe some day. Maybe when Paddy is... oh let's not even go there."
The morning of my 50th Tud said he had to go out on location for a few hours. "Fine. I'll see you later," He appeared at the front door about 4 hours later and knocked. I didn't realize the storm door was locked. With one hand holding Paddy's collar and looking down at him, I flipped the latch and in came Tud. With this tiny little black bundle. The cutest thing I'd ever seen! Seamus! He handed him to me and I cried and cried and cried. I kept saying "Oh my God! Oh my God!"
I don't think I put that puppy down for 6 months. Seamus. My heart dog.