Sure he is cute, but do not be fooled by his innocent looks or playful licks. He has ninja like reflexes and covert style tactics. We will intimidate the largest of dogs or humans with a growl that will rattle you to the bone, if you go near his bone that is. We do not know much about Scruffy he lived his life on the streets his 1st two years in this world, there is no telling what he knows or saw. I witnessed 1st hand yesterday what possibly was a secret mission to report to his peers. Yesterday evening around 7pm he managed to slip by me and my security measures. He had tricked me into thinking he was hiding under the small shed in the back yard, because this is where he goes when there is any sign that he is about to get a haircut or bath. I was wrong; while I was mowing the yard he must have slipped out the gate entrance. After mowing the yard it had got dark, and I called him to come in, but there was no sign, Nard One and Nard Two (Scooter and Duchy) where there, but Nard Three was nowhere to be found. I searched the back yard in the dark with a flashlight for 30 minutes in my PJ’s all the while Scooter (that’s nard two) chased the flashlight around the yard trying to catch it, making my search even more difficult, because everywhere I put the light, scooter was there trying to eat and kill it. So now I am getting worried. I hop in the car and start driving, to make matters worse; he does not have his collar on. I took it off to give him a haircut. So I am dangling his collar out the window of the car so he can hear it jingle, he will usually come when he hears it because he thinks its time to go for a walk.
I drive for about an hour, all these thoughts go through my head about how there is no way I can have kids now, I can’t even take care of a small dog, how on earth can I manage a child? I worry about Jackie and what is she going to think of me, my mind was going 100 miles an hour while I am only going about 10mph in my car. I head around the neighborhoods and then across Green Street to the other neighborhoods, because that is where J and I go for walks with him, so I thought maybe he went there. So after no luck there and seeing lots of cats the same color as him, my heart is starting to sink. I begin the painful search of looking for him on the busy roads, fearing the worst had happened. This was difficult so I say a little prayer. After I exhausted my search on those streets I went home. It’s now about 9pm. I get the flash light again, and search the backyard again this time I put nard two, I mean Scooter inside, I search all his hiding places again. I head out to the front yard, and start whistling. I hear a little bark in the distance, was it him? So I pull out the big guns and do my power whistle with my fingers. Well this didn’t work, because this just sets off every dog in the neighborhood barking. I start walking up the street, and this lady calls me from a house two doors up “are you looking for a little dog?” my heart jumped, there he was in her arms. She said he had been sitting at her door step not wanting to move; she had fed him and gave him water. My only guess is he thought he was at the right house, but was confused that someone else lived there so he would not go in.

Scruffy is home safe now, he had his freedom on the streets again, I guess he wanted to get back out there and see what the old life used to be like, but I think he knows how lucky he is to be in the home he is now. Isn’t that right Rick?