We all loved Scooter, so he gets extra pictures here. Scooter came to us named Hendricks, he had been adopted by a family that needed to get rid of him because he grew big. Who knew?
When Scooter came to us he was a cute 7 month old puppy. He loved us and Hoover, but got scared by much of the rest of the world. On his first walk he sat down in the yard and didn't want to leave. As we walked around the neighborhood he shied away from anything "big" Big could mean anything.
One night we were taking our evening walk when the neighbors great dane came out to say hello. Scooter shucked out of his collar and ran back to the safety of our house. Another time we were walking around the marina and he insisted we walk on the other side of the street away from the scary boats sitting in the boatyard.
Scooter spent Christmas 2006 with us, then a week on our boat. He was housetrained, except when he had to go to shore to pee. If you picked him up to get him ashore you would squeeze the pee out of him. It was comical, if a bit messy. We nicknamed him Squeezy after that.
Other nicknames he picked up along the way included "Mr. FartyPants" and "Sir Poopsalot" but we don't need to get into details.
