Story: "Good Boy, Scooter!"

Scooter practicing his "sit" command.

      The only thing Steve and I could predict about living with quick and quirky Scooter was that he was unpredictable. He was always digging up something new. Steve or I would order, "Scooter, come!" Did he come? No...
    
     Scooter just grinned back at us and scooted away! "Chase me! Chase me!", Scooter's sassy grin seemed to say, as he flipped his head and turned.

     Scooter wanted to be, "The Boss" of our yellow house. Steve or I would find tissues by an empty waste basket. Who did that? Scooter!
     
     So, Scooter enrolled in Puppy School.  Scooter needed to learn about being a good boy.           
 
     Did Scooter become a good boy? What do you think?

Scooter on Graduation Day. Will Scooter earn a diploma, too?

Scooter Goes Kayaking!

  Our first challenge on that steamy July afternoon was convincing Scooter to slip into Sasha's hand-me-down "Aqua-Dog" life preserver; a daunting task! "Gr-r-r-uff!" After much sweat, sweet talk, bribery, and Scooter's earnest ducking and dodging, the preserver with 'Sasha' etched on its sides fit past Scooter's snout and over his pointy, ginger ears. Tug! Snap! Click! The tip of his ginger tail turned up. "Yip! Yip!" Scooter happily cried; beside himself, as Steve lifted his now bulky body into our red truck.

  "Whew, we did it! I hope this is worth the effort", Steve sighed. We piled in, and off we puttered, to Yahara Landing. As our red truck turned left and slowed over the gravel lot, Scooter began to whimper. "Mm-m-mmmm....". Steve pulled over and I hopped out. Gently, I grasped the "handle on top of his preserver, and lowered that Corgi to the gravel, where his strong sniffer dial turned to the "ON" position. He grinned and earnestly followed his snout to the water's edge. Scooter's snout high and steady, he sniffed the air; seaweed! It waved in and out to the rhythm of watercraft blowing past in the distance. Scooter, mesmerized, became more earnest in his desire to investigate.

  This brought on our next challenge: how to get this earnest, strong-willed fella to behave in a kayak? "Oh, boy maybe we shouldn't even try...he's so impulsive...what if he jumps out? What if he tips us all out? How will we get him back, along with the kayak? Maybe he isn't ready....," I thought. Steve ambled toward us toting the kayak on his head. "Steve, I don't know about this...he's just so...earnest," I told him.

  "Let's give it a try. I'll keep a hold on his leash. He won't go anywhere. If he doesn't like it, we'll just come back, pack up and go home," Steve replied.

  So Steve readied our kayak along the pier as I stepped in and sat myself down. then, Steve lowered Scooter in just behind me. "Mm-m-mm....," he mewed, anxiously. To distract him, I handed that Corgi treats to his moist lips behind my back, as Steve stepped in behind him. Steve grasped his leash, then wrapped his own legs around the little fella, and oared us away from the pier.

  "So far, so good," I thought, pensively. Now for the next challenge. Will Scooter prove himself a "Sea-Dog"? Boats va-va-voomed by. Scooter greeted them with a sharp and hearty, "A-hoy!" He sat high and still; always alert for the sights of boaters and water-birds. His sniffer remained turned to the "ON" position as he flipped his snout high to the right and left.

  Scooter did it! He did not jump in! He met our challenges with earnest delight, as only a Corgi could. Will we invite Scooter again? What do you think?   

Welcome Home, Scooter, Our Six Pound Pup!

   Scooter was such a "light-weight" when he became a  member of our family, that he even made a carton of  Lilies of the Valley look like enormous shrubs barely contain themselves as they stood ready to be planted in an open cardboard box!  

   That fuzzy little fella was so teeny he could not lift himself over the threshold (behind him) and enter our kitchen door.   "M,m,m,...",  he would mew, like a kitten, to be let inside.

  Steve or I would gently kneel down, and  tuck our fingers around his warm belly.  Then, ever so carefully, we'd lift that Corgi's quivering self over the landing.  Aw, he fit right in the palm of our hands. 

    Oh joy! Scooter was free to scoot through our yellow house, once again! And off he went.  "Steve, Did you hear that?  That was Scooter's noisy clomp, clomp, clomping feet under him!"  I gasped. 

   And, startled, we said in unison, "What is Scooter up to now?" 

Scooter The Corgi Pup Is Getting Used To Life In His Big Backyard

It seems Scooter needs all the help he can get to learn the "ways of the world"!

Story: "Scooter Grows"

     In Scooter Grows, Scooter the Corgi pup grows in many ways.  He grows not only emotionally, but also socially and physically, too.  That quick and quirky pup sure is sharp!

     This tale leads the young child and/or early reader along with Scooter on an exploration in his new world around our yellow house.  He grows to trust Steve and me.  He grows as he plays.
  
     But wait: something grew on Scooter!  What could it be?
 

Story: "Scooter's Garden"

     In Scooter's Garden, Scooter the Corgi pup's digging skills sure come in handy!  He earnestly digs  while Steve and I dig. Scooter digs with his squatty legs; not with a shovel or a hoe. 
    
     Quirky Scooter even keeps the sweet, orange carrots safe from those hungry bunnies! 
    
     Now quick and quirky Scooter  scoots to our garden alone.  What is he after, this time?

Scooter beginning to connect with me at home.

Tiny Scooter learns to play with his Mama and with his squeaky toys in our yellow house.