I can remember that day well. Cold November day in 2017. For several years we had told ourselves NO MORE PETS – ever! And yet, here we were, driving 75 miles to pick up the cutest white bundle of puppy fur ever. We named him Scooter after his dad.
I cradled Scooter all the way home, just as I would a baby. Well, he was a baby – our fur baby. Scooter, a Great Pyrenees, grew to the size of his feet within no time. We loved every minute seeing him grow up. He loved and protected us, along with Teeny, our other Pyrenees, and Buddy, our mixed Pit.
You could get mad at Scooter, but it wouldn’t last long. Once he looked at you with those big dark brown eyes, you’d melt. He had that effect on everyone. Scooter became my confidant … my best friend forever. Then it happened.
