Thanks for all the name suggestions. As mom explained it to me our home is not a democracy, it is a benevolent dictatorship. And Mom rules the roost. We’re not chickens,that’s just a metaphor. Possibly a metafive. I’m not very good in people-speak yet. Anyway, she picked Scooter.
We read ALL the names and she was closing in on Charlie or Cooper, and then I sealed my fate by be going after a peanutbutter-filled dog toy on my belly. I pushed it with my tongue all over the living room floor crawling commando style behind it. Later I went to sleep positioned between the bed and the wall and by morning I had scooted almost totally under the bed and couldn’t get out. The next night I flipped around the other way and slept with my head on the carpet and my back legs up against the wall, as in over my head! A canine U-turn. Mom laughed at me out loud. Every time she woke up, my hind quarters were still higher than the rest of me and I had scooted a few feet farther away down the wall. I have no idea what I was doing; I was asleep! But now I am Scooter.
I am great in the house! No accidents. I have no interest in anything around the house other than my toys, which are very interesting. I am coming when I am called (sometimes), and I am learning “Go get it” and “Bring it” and “Give.” I have left presents in the yard when Mom asks. Life is good. Life would be better if Mom would just let me yank her around on our walks, but she’s having none of that!
More next time. Until then I hope you miss me.