I thought the best way to start off my new blog would be with something about the most important member of the family.
Well, just ask him – better yet, ask one of the kids. (My husband maintains the dog is not the most important member of the family, he’s merely the boss.)
My husband and I, long before we ever became husband and wife, decided we didn’t want any pets. Period. We had more than enough kids, what the heck did we need with something that wouldn’t be able to exploit us in our old age? Then, in the late spring of 2003, one of them brought Scooter home and it was all over but the crying.
Now, keep in mind that it was not my idea to name the dog Scooter. Personally, I think Scooter is a dumb name for anything, even a dog, and voted to name him “Killer” but was overridden by the 5 other most important members of the family: the children. (When it comes to order of importance, I’m afraid I fall in dead last. Unless I’m cooking.)
Scooter is a beagle/dachshund mix, but if he could talk he’d tell you he’s not a dog – he’s a four-legged person. He’s certainly more entitled than any human being I know; he has his own dishes, his own food, his own toys, and his own bed, which is more than I can say for myself. He’s also afflicted (or privileged, depending on your point of view) with a case of terminal cuteness. This has probably saved him from being assassinated by the neighbors, for he has absolutely no idea of property rights – he’ll poop on anyone’s lawn. And since fences aren’t exactly numerous here, he has access to anyone’s lawn.
Admittedly, this hasn’t been much of a problem lately, for everyone’s lawn has been buried under the snow, and Scooter – not being the brightest (even if he is the most lovable) critter in the world – can’t find them.