 |
October, 2006 - Halloween - Bee on the Beach Ok, so I don't care how much I love my person,
Billie, this is too much. I STILL feel humiliate d! She kept saying, "I'm so sorry Scooter, but this is sooo cute and she grabbed her silver clicky thing and
plunked me on the beach! "Just for a minute," she said, "Ok?" And I didn't wag my tail
or anything. And then she said, "Just another minute, and she clicked that little silver thing again.
I wouldn't even look at her. Lucky it was cold at Newport Dunes today, at least this felt a little warm. And
lucky Billie and Mike kept laughing every time they looked at me 'cause when I heard that, it
seemed to make it all worth it. I guess sometimes we have to do whatever it takes to make the people we love laugh.
July 16, 2006 - Wheee... Look Out Lance!
Was
that Lance Armstrong we passed on the PCH? (Pacific Coast Highway for you Midwesterners). If it was Lance, I'm sure
he noticed me in my cool new bike basket. I sit really nice and still 'cause sometimes Billie shakes me around up
here. But I'm not afraid. I think that when you sit still and enjoy the view when someone else is holding the
handlebars, it's called...what's that word?....oh right, it's called trust.  July 4, 2006 - Ba-Da-Boom
| | It got dark, and we went down to the beach on the back bay where all the people were sitting.
Then it started - the noise. That's all I know. I didn't see a thing. I hid under Mike's
chair on the sand. Then I hid under Billie's chair. I wanted to jump right out of my collar and off of my
leash. Let's just leave it at that. Beth, our girl, came over in her red car after all the noise was over. (Her
car makes noise, too. that's how I knew it was Beth and that's how we know she's an actress.) She
was lucky, though, that she missed the world-ending-sounds I had just heard on the beach. So Billie and Beth
took me around the whole bay in the dark of the dark. They talked and they talked, and I just listened. That
talking noise is way better than any end-of-the-world sounding noise. |
Lookin' for my Peeps - July 2, 2006
Whooo....There's so much to see this week at Newport Dunes. When I go on
a walk, there are dogs and kids, and scooters (not like me), and bikes, and flags. There're all kinds of good
smells, especially at night when the campfires are burning. It was sort of hot
today, so Billie took off my collar after my morning walk. A little while later, Mike and Billie left without
me and I had to stay in the RV. I could hear their sandals flopping as walked down the street, and I
really wanted to go along, but I just sat on the couch where I always sit and waited. I waited a long, long time but they didn't
come back. It was a windy day and just as I was wishing I could be with my people, guess what happened? The door
to the RV suddently just blew open! It was like fate! At first I was scared to go out by myself, but then I thought,
"It will be easy to find Billie and Mike," so I left to look for them. I walked all around the RV park smiffing
here and looking there. I could hear people say words when I passed like, "He looks lost," I wasn't lost, but I sure was getting lonesome. As I headed back to the RV, there
was a really nice family sitting outside their RV. There was a mom and a dad and a little boy they called "Luke"
and a little girl who giggled everytime she petted me. They looked like they were having fun just sitting and talking,
so I decided to sit down with them. A little while later, Mike and Billie came walking by. Billie walked right past me
with Mike behind her. When I saw them, I ran right up and Mike noticed me first. "Hon," he shouted to Billie
(he always calls her that) "Look, Scooter's here." Billie
turned around saying, "What?" like she didn't understand what he was saying. Then she saw me
and kinda screamed, "Scooter! What are you doing out here?" and she hurried over
to me and scooped me right up and hugged me tight! Luke's family told her I was walking all around and then
came over to them and sat down. Billie and Mike kept saying, "Thank you, thank you." I don't
know what they were worried about, I took pretty good care of myself all on my own. I guess though, that's
a good way to know that someone loves you - they worry if you're gone too long. In Memory of Gator - June 23, 2006 A few weeks ago now, my person Billie was
doing all kinds of banging around in the kitchen. There were those boxes on the floor again, and she was putting stuff
in them. Then she and Mike went outside and there was lots of noise like when we always leave somewhere. (I
think that means those hoses on our RV are coming off). When they took me over to Shep and Dee-Dee's RV I
heard words I've heard a lot before, like "Bye" and "Take Care." And there were
hugs, too. Billie picked me up and lifted my paw back in forth like she always does. (I think she thinks it looks
like I'm waving "good-bye.") Next we went
to Mike and Suzanne's RV and there were more "bye" and "come see us" words going on so
I knew we were on the move again. When Billie and I left in the car, we saw mountains out the window. When the car stopped,
there were palm trees. I knew we were back to Newport Dunes! I was so happy when we went to the dog run; I remembered
the way and walked fast over the sand to get there. When Billie opened the gate of the dog run to let me in, I looked around for Gator.
(That's the Greyhound, I told you about before.) But Gator wasn't there. When Billie opened the gate to
let me out, I just sat down and wouldn't move. I thought maybe if I waited, Gator would show up. Finally
Billie had to lift me up to take me out of the dog run. She carried me almost all the way back home. Later we ran into Charlie, Gator's person.
There was a word that sounded like "heart" and then some more like "went fast." Then Billie said lots
of "no's," but I know she wasn't saying "no" to me. There was a big hug, and then
we walked away. The
next day I looked for Gator at the dog run, but he didn't come. I looked the following day and the day after
that; still no Gator. I don't think Gator is ever coming back. I remember that Gator and I had lots of fun racing around the dog run. I think Gator
must have run lots of times before because, after all, he was a Greyhound. I think maybe people even clapped for him.
Maybe he even got a big shiny trophy once, I don't know. But this is what I do know and this is what I remember most about Gator. I remember
the day that Gator was running so fast in the dog run that the sand from his paw went right into my nose! I sniffed
it in and suddenly I couldn't breathe. I started coughing and choking and Gator turned around, stopped, and walked
over to me. At first I was a little scared, 'cause I know I must have looked like that rabbit I like to chase.
I thought maybe Gator might think he needed to pick me up and shake me. But guess what? He didn't. Know what
Gator did? He put his head down close to mine while I was coughing and then he looked up at his person, Charlie, like
he wanted her to do something. I think I heard Gator whine a little. Finally Billie picked me up and I stopped
coughing and Gator started running around again. So maybe Gator was fast as the wind and could always beat me. And maybe, like
I said, lots of people clapped for him some where, and maybe there's even a shiny trophy that he won. But what I
remember most about Gator was that when I was in trouble, he hurried over and stood by my side. Bye, Gator. On
the Road Again - June 1, 2006 Gator and Me in April discussing the Nasdaq Here's a picture of Gator and me taken back
at Newport Dunes. I think Gator's gonna be REALLY happy to see ME again! I have a feeling we're leaving Valencia
soon and headed back to Newport Dunes, at Newport Beach, CA. I heard Billie and Mike saying that "Toyota"
word again and "new contract". "New contract" always means we're moving. (I learned that
in these last two years.) I also heard some words that sounded like "a whole year" and Billie and
Mike said it all excited-like. I think that means more than the "4 month" words and more than the "6
month" words. When we're back at Newport Dunes, I can race with Gator, the rescued Greyhound everyday
again! Now you might not think that a little guy like me could
keep up with a real live retired dog track racer, but you're wrong. The first time I met Gator he started running
in a circle around the edges of the dog kennel at Newport Dunes. (He had just gotten off of the racing circuit.)
So, of course, I HAD to race right alongside of with him - for about three seconds when he got ahead of me. Well,
as you read in my blog about Belle, in spite of the fact that Billie isn't keen on competitiveness (she wrote a whole
kid's e-book about it on her website at www.windmillworks.com) I'm only a dog afterall. So keeping up with Gator was REALLY important to
me (Ok, I didn't want to just keep up; I wanted to win.) Now in the human world, my strategy might be frowned
upon, but I live in a "dog beat dog" world. So, here's what happened: Gator's running in a circle around the dog pen with me getting farther and farther behind,
right? So I start "rrrr-ing" as I usually do, to let him know I didn't like I wasn't first.
Unlike Belle, maybe 'cause he was a competitive racer or maybe 'cause he's a guy, Gator didn't slow down.
I was getting frustrated, let me tell ya. By this time Gator was not only ahead of me, but had turned the corner and
was on the other side of the pen! That's when I figured it out! All I had to do to get in front of Gator was
to cut across the pen in a diagonal line that cut right in front of him. (Pretty smart for a shitzu-lhapsa I'd say
if I were me - which I am and will). Sure enough. I go racing into the finish line at Billie's feetwith Gator
a whole paw behind! Gator didn't mind me winning, though 'cause when you're good at something and know it,
you can be happy that the other guy wins! So we just lay down in the like you see in the picture, and re-hashed
the race in our own special guy-dog way. Missin' Belle - May 20, 2006 
I went to our fenced-in dog run here at Valencia Travel
Village RV Park and no one was there! I looked over at the space where Belle used to live in this beautiful shiny, green
motor home. It was empty. So I just sat at the gate of the dog park and didn't move. Billie said all peppy-like,
"Come on Scooter, ruuuunnnnn!" But I didn't run. Then she said, "Come on Scooter, plaaaay," but
I didn't play. I just sat at the gate - for a long time. I sat there until she realized that I wanted
to go home. It doesn't matter if your home is on wheels or not, home is where you're stuff is and where
you sit on your people's laps, so we went home Until next
time, Chow In
Love- May 18, 2006 The one name that's
in my mind right now is "Belle" . Sometimes they call her Bellalina. This is the closest to love I've ever been! The first
time we met, she knew right away that I wanted to run. Somehow we just read each other's mind as if we both heard,
"Ready, set, go," and we started at one end by the gate of our fenced dog park here at the Valencia Travel
Village and then ran to the other end. Belle is REALLY fast; you can see her long legs, (woo-hoo). She got ahead
of me and, I admit, I started rrrrrr-ing a little to let her know I didn't like that. But Belle didn't know
I wanted to be first and kept right on going. So know what? I just turned around and went the other way so I'd
be first. Belle must have sensed I did that and turned to follow me! Well, of course,
she caught up before you could say "Snausages," so what is a guy supposed to do? I had to save face,
right? So I waited until Belle was way ahead and then I turned around again and ran the other way. Belle
turned and let me be first once more! I love that dog! I know Billie, my people person, doesn't like
me to me so competitive. Ican tell 'cause she say's, "Scoooooter! Play!" But Belle doesn't
seem to mind. You can see why I think I'm in love with Belle. Everybody loves Belle! I think Yogi, another guy dog in our park likes her a lot too. I was
hanging out with Yogi in the dog area. We were just chillin', not doing much of anything, and then Belle walked through
the gate. "Wow!" We both perked up. Belle came running in and Yogi and I both ran right up to
her. I tried to get Belle's attention, but she and Yogi started doing that neck communication thing and ran
off to play. You could tell they really like each other 'cause they sort of bit each other playfully back
and forth. I just didn't know what to do. So I got up behind Belle and put my front paws on her back.
She was polite, but I knew she didn't like it because she kept looking back at me. Finally I lay down and just watched
Yogi and Belle play. Billie carried me home; I think she knew I needed a hug. It's ok though, 'cause Belle
came out today, and we had fun all alone together. Belle is leaving tomorrow for Seattle and then she's going
back home to Texas. But Billie will keep saying her name to me and when I dream, I'll dream
of Belle. Just
Call Me "Zoomer" - May 17, 2006  I was all ready to tell you my Gator story, but how can I not talk about this picture of me and my buds? It was
taken just a couple of days ago. You would think there was a giant T-bone that we were racing to, but I swear to Snoopy
there wasn't; we were just running around. Well, ok, my friends were just running around, but I was racing. (I
think I picked up the racing thing from Gator the rescued Greyhound at the Newport Dunes RV park, but I'll explain
all that the next time).
As you can see, that blur in the
front, aaaa-hemmm....is ME! Behind me is Abbey, a corgi whom I just met (or is it who?). Behind Abbey
is my "ring of fire" heartbeat, Belle, and behind Belle is Cassidy, a beagle who was just passing through. I
haven't seen Abbey or Cassidy since this picture, 'cause their people are back on the road. I heard
them tell Billie they're part of a traveling group. (I get used to saying hellos and good-byes.) But when I
learn a new dog's name, Billie keeps saying it over and over to me and talking about our playing together so
I'll can remember. Getting to Know Me - May 9, 2006  That's me in the picture. I'm Scooter. I'm only four and a half, and now I have a blog;
I'm the luckiest dog in the the world! You can probably guess my breed (actually I'm a mix of two similar
breeds). We used to protect the Emperors in the inner part of the castles in Asia.) That's what I heard Billie
say anyway. She's the lady I own. And I love her. I love her husband, too. His name is Mike.
I just call them both "Rraa."
I
was born in that place where all the people say, "that's it ya know" and where that cold white stuff falls to
the ground and makes my paws cold. One day, though,when I was about two and a half, all kind of boxes started
appearing all around the house, and Billie was putting everything from the cupboards and closets into
those boxes. At first she was very careful and slow, but later it was like she just threw everything in! On the last
day, she put all my toys in, too and I got a little worried. Everybody was saying "good-bye," and "we
love you" and Annie and Joey, my neighborhood buddies who played with me everyday hugged
me real tight and I felt something wet on Annie's cheeks. When I licked her, it tasted like the
salt on the popcorn we eat every night. Since
that time, I've lived in seven different places! I heard Mike say he's following the software
jobs around the country - whatever software is - Maybe humans know. But I will always know my way back to that place
where Annie and Joey, Cody and Hayden, and Vinnie and Cy live 'cause I left a little mark in each stop
along the way from that one ocean where you see the sun go up in the morning to that other ocean where the sun goes down
at night. Right now, I live in an RV in California! Maybe tomorrow I can tell you about my friend Gator the Greyhound and how I won a race with
him! He lives at Newport Beach where we were a little while ago. Now we're in Valencia, California and I have some
new friends that you'll want to hear about. Until then: I LOVE YOU WORLD! (I'm just so glad to
be here). Chow, Scooter | | It got dark, and we went down to the beach on the back bay where all the people were sitting.
Then it started - the noise. That's all I know. I didn't see a thing. I hid under Mike's
chair on the sand. Then I hid under Billie's chair. I wanted to jump right out of my collar and off of my
leash. Let's just leave it at that. Beth, our girl, came over in her red car after all the noise was over. (Her
car makes noise, too. that's how I knew it was Beth and that's how we know she's an actress.) She
was lucky, though, that she missed the world-ending-sounds I had just heard on the beach. So Billie and Beth
took me around the whole bay in the dark of the dark. They talked and they talked, and I just listened. That
talking noise is way better than any end-of-the-world sounding noise. |
Lookin' for my Peeps - July 2, 2006 Whooo....There's
so much to see this week at Newport Dunes. When I go on a walk, there are dogs and kids, and scooters (not like
me), and bikes, and flags. There're all kinds of good smells, especially at night when the campfires are burning.
It was sort of hot today, so Billie took off my collar after my morning walk. A
little while later, Mike and Billie left without me and I had to stay in the RV. I could hear their sandals
flopping as walked down the street, and I really wanted to go along, but I just sat on the couch where I always
sit and waited. I waited a long, long time but they didn't come back. It was a windy day and just as I was
wishing I could be with my people, guess what happened? The door to the RV suddently just blew open! It was like
fate! At first I was scared to go out by myself, but then I thought, "It will be easy to find Billie and Mike,"
so I left to look for them. I walked all around the RV park smiffing here and looking there. I could hear
people say words when I passed like, "He looks lost," I
wasn't lost, but I sure was getting lonesome. As I headed back to the RV, there was a really nice family sitting
outside their RV. There was a mom and a dad and a little boy they called "Luke" and a little girl who giggled
everytime she petted me. They looked like they were having fun just sitting and talking, so I decided to sit down
with them. A
little while later, Mike and Billie came walking by. Billie walked right past me with Mike behind her. When I
saw them, I ran right up and Mike noticed me first. "Hon," he shouted to Billie (he always calls her that) "Look,
Scooter's here." Billie turned around saying,
"What?" like she didn't understand what he was saying. Then she saw me and kinda screamed,
"Scooter! What are you doing out here?" and she hurried over to me and scooped me right
up and hugged me tight! Luke's family told her I was walking all around and then came over to them and sat
down. Billie and Mike kept saying, "Thank you, thank you." I don't know what they were
worried about, I took pretty good care of myself all on my own. I guess though, that's a good way to
know that someone loves you - they worry if you're gone too long. In Memory of Gator - June 23, 2006 A few weeks ago now, my person Billie was
doing all kinds of banging around in the kitchen. There were those boxes on the floor again, and she was putting stuff
in them. Then she and Mike went outside and there was lots of noise like when we always leave somewhere. (I
think that means those hoses on our RV are coming off). When they took me over to Shep and Dee-Dee's RV I
heard words I've heard a lot before, like "Bye" and "Take Care." And there were
hugs, too. Billie picked me up and lifted my paw back in forth like she always does. (I think she thinks it looks
like I'm waving "good-bye.") Next we went
to Mike and Suzanne's RV and there were more "bye" and "come see us" words going on so
I knew we were on the move again. When Billie and I left in the car, we saw mountains out the window. When the car stopped,
there were palm trees. I knew we were back to Newport Dunes! I was so happy when we went to the dog run; I remembered
the way and walked fast over the sand to get there. When Billie opened the gate of the dog run to let me in, I looked around for Gator.
(That's the Greyhound, I told you about before.) But Gator wasn't there. When Billie opened the gate to
let me out, I just sat down and wouldn't move. I thought maybe if I waited, Gator would show up. Finally
Billie had to lift me up to take me out of the dog run. She carried me almost all the way back home. Later we ran into Charlie, Gator's person.
There was a word that sounded like "heart" and then some more like "went fast." Then Billie said lots
of "no's," but I know she wasn't saying "no" to me. There was a big hug, and then
we walked away. The
next day I looked for Gator at the dog run, but he didn't come. I looked the following day and the day after
that; still no Gator. I don't think Gator is ever coming back. I remember that Gator and I had lots of fun racing around the dog run. I think Gator
must have run lots of times before because, after all, he was a Greyhound. I think maybe people even clapped for him.
Maybe he even got a big shiny trophy once, I don't know. But this is what I do know and this is what I remember most about Gator. I remember
the day that Gator was running so fast in the dog run that the sand from his paw went right into my nose! I sniffed
it in and suddenly I couldn't breathe. I started coughing and choking and Gator turned around, stopped, and walked
over to me. At first I was a little scared, 'cause I know I must have looked like that rabbit I like to chase.
I thought maybe Gator might think he needed to pick me up and shake me. But guess what? He didn't. Know what
Gator did? He put his head down close to mine while I was coughing and then he looked up at his person, Charlie, like
he wanted her to do something. I think I heard Gator whine a little. Finally Billie picked me up and I stopped
coughing and Gator started running around again. So maybe Gator was fast as the wind and could always beat me. And maybe, like
I said, lots of people clapped for him some where, and maybe there's even a shiny trophy that he won. But what I
remember most about Gator was that when I was in trouble, he hurried over and stood by my side. Bye, Gator. On
the Road Again - June 1, 2006 Gator and Me in April discussing the Nasdaq Here's a picture of Gator and me taken back
at Newport Dunes. I think Gator's gonna be REALLY happy to see ME again! I have a feeling we're leaving Valencia
soon and headed back to Newport Dunes, at Newport Beach, CA. I heard Billie and Mike saying that "Toyota"
word again and "new contract". "New contract" always means we're moving. (I learned that
in these last two years.) I also heard some words that sounded like "a whole year" and Billie and
Mike said it all excited-like. I think that means more than the "4 month" words and more than the "6
month" words. When we're back at Newport Dunes, I can race with Gator, the rescued Greyhound everyday
again! Now you might not think that a little guy like me could
keep up with a real live retired dog track racer, but you're wrong. The first time I met Gator he started running
in a circle around the edges of the dog kennel at Newport Dunes. (He had just gotten off of the racing circuit.)
So, of course, I HAD to race right alongside of with him - for about three seconds when he got ahead of me. Well,
as you read in my blog about Belle, in spite of the fact that Billie isn't keen on competitiveness (she wrote a whole
kid's e-book about it on her website at www.windmillworks.com) I'm only a dog afterall. So keeping up with Gator was REALLY important to
me (Ok, I didn't want to just keep up; I wanted to win.) Now in the human world, my strategy might be frowned
upon, but I live in a "dog beat dog" world. So, here's what happened: Gator's running in a circle around the dog pen with me getting farther and farther behind,
right? So I start "rrrr-ing" as I usually do, to let him know I didn't like I wasn't first.
Unlike Belle, maybe 'cause he was a competitive racer or maybe 'cause he's a guy, Gator didn't slow down.
I was getting frustrated, let me tell ya. By this time Gator was not only ahead of me, but had turned the corner and
was on the other side of the pen! That's when I figured it out! All I had to do to get in front of Gator was
to cut across the pen in a diagonal line that cut right in front of him. (Pretty smart for a shitzu-lhapsa I'd say
if I were me - which I am and will). Sure enough. I go racing into the finish line at Billie's feetwith Gator
a whole paw behind! Gator didn't mind me winning, though 'cause when you're good at something and know it,
you can be happy that the other guy wins! So we just lay down in the like you see in the picture, and re-hashed
the race in our own special guy-dog way. Missin' Belle - May 20, 2006
I went to our fenced-in dog run here at Valencia Travel
Village RV Park and no one was there! I looked over at the space where Belle used to live in this beautiful shiny, green
motor home. It was empty. So I just sat at the gate of the dog park and didn't move. Billie said all peppy-like,
"Come on Scooter, ruuuunnnnn!" But I didn't run. Then she said, "Come on Scooter, plaaaay," but
I didn't play. I just sat at the gate - for a long time. I sat there until she realized that I wanted
to go home. It doesn't matter if your home is on wheels or not, home is where you're stuff is and where
you sit on your people's laps, so we went home Until next
time, Chow In
Love- May 18, 2006 The one name that's
in my mind right now is "Belle". Sometimes they call her Bellalina. This is the closest to love I've ever been! The first
time we met, she knew right away that I wanted to run. Somehow we just read each other's mind as if we both heard,
"Ready, set, go," and we started at one end by the gate of our fenced dog park here at the Valencia Travel
Village and then ran to the other end. Belle is REALLY fast; you can see her long legs, (woo-hoo). She got ahead
of me and, I admit, I started rrrrrr-ing a little to let her know I didn't like that. But Belle didn't know
I wanted to be first and kept right on going. So know what? I just turned around and went the other way so I'd
be first. Belle must have sensed I did that and turned to follow me! Well, of course,
she caught up before you could say "Snausages," so what is a guy supposed to do? I had to save face,
right? So I waited until Belle was way ahead and then I turned around again and ran the other way. Belle
turned and let me be first once more! I love that dog! I know Billie, my people person, doesn't like
me to me so competitive. Ican tell 'cause she say's, "Scoooooter! Play!" But Belle doesn't
seem to mind. You can see why I think I'm in love with Belle. Everybody loves Belle! I think Yogi, another guy dog in our park likes her a lot too. I was
hanging out with Yogi in the dog area. We were just chillin', not doing much of anything, and then Belle walked through
the gate. "Wow!" We both perked up. Belle came running in and Yogi and I both ran right up to
her. I tried to get Belle's attention, but she and Yogi started doing that neck communication thing and ran
off to play. You could tell they really like each other 'cause they sort of bit each other playfully back
and forth. I just didn't know what to do. So I got up behind Belle and put my front paws on her back.
She was polite, but I knew she didn't like it because she kept looking back at me. Finally I lay down and just watched
Yogi and Belle play. Billie carried me home; I think she knew I needed a hug. It's ok though, 'cause Belle
came out today, and we had fun all alone together. Belle is leaving tomorrow for Seattle and then she's going
back home to Texas. But Billie will keep saying her name to me and when I dream, I'll dream
of Belle. Just
Call Me "Zoomer" - May 17, 2006 I was all ready to tell you my Gator story, but how can I not talk about this picture of me and my buds? It was
taken just a couple of days ago. You would think there was a giant T-bone that we were racing to, but I swear to Snoopy
there wasn't; we were just running around. Well, ok, my friends were just running around, but I was racing. (I
think I picked up the racing thing from Gator the rescued Greyhound at the Newport Dunes RV park, but I'll explain
all that the next time). As you can see, that blur in the
front, aaaa-hemmm....is ME! Behind me is Abbey, a corgi whom I just met (or is it who?). Behind Abbey
is my "ring of fire" heartbeat, Belle, and behind Belle is Cassidy, a beagle who was just passing through. I
haven't seen Abbey or Cassidy since this picture, 'cause their people are back on the road. I heard
them tell Billie they're part of a traveling group. (I get used to saying hellos and good-byes.) But when I
learn a new dog's name, Billie keeps saying it over and over to me and talking about our playing together so
I'll can remember. Getting to Know Me - May 9, 2006 That's me in the picture. I'm Scooter. I'm only four and a half, and now I have a blog;
I'm the luckiest dog in the the world! You can probably guess my breed (actually I'm a mix of two similar
breeds). We used to protect the Emperors in the inner part of the castles in Asia.) That's what I heard Billie
say anyway. She's the lady I own. And I love her. I love her husband, too. His name is Mike.
I just call them both "Rraa." I
was born in that place where all the people say, "that's it ya know" and where that cold white stuff falls to
the ground and makes my paws cold. One day, though,when I was about two and a half, all kind of boxes started
appearing all around the house, and Billie was putting everything from the cupboards and closets into
those boxes. At first she was very careful and slow, but later it was like she just threw everything in! On the last
day, she put all my toys in, too and I got a little worried. Everybody was saying "good-bye," and "we
love you" and Annie and Joey, my neighborhood buddies who played with me everyday hugged
me real tight and I felt something wet on Annie's cheeks. When I licked her, it tasted like the
salt on the popcorn we eat every night. Since
that time, I've lived in seven different places! I heard Mike say he's following the software
jobs around the country - whatever software is - Maybe humans know. But I will always know my way back to that place
where Annie and Joey, Cody and Hayden, and Vinnie and Cy live 'cause I left a little mark in each stop
along the way from that one ocean where you see the sun go up in the morning to that other ocean where the sun goes down
at night. Right now, I live in an RV in California! Maybe tomorrow I can tell you about my friend Gator the Greyhound and how I won a race with
him! He lives at Newport Beach where we were a little while ago. Now we're in Valencia, California and I have some
new friends that you'll want to hear about. Until then: I LOVE YOU WORLD! (I'm just so glad to
be here). Chow, Scooter
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