Meet Scooter

Scooter is a 12-week-old, miniature dachshund who has just recently found his way into our lives.  David brought him home on Thursday and kindly introduced him to me at work where I fell instantly and irrevocably in love with him.   Thirty seconds and one whiff of that puppy smell, and I was all mush and madness over him.

Our little Scooter.  The newest McKilligan.

He has the cutest paws!

He was terribly timid at first, scooting away when anyone tried to pick him up.  Thus his name!  But he warms up to people quickly and it didn’t take long before he was more interested in being a puppy than in trying to avoid the attention that was lavished on him by everyone he met. 

In the X-pen where he discovered the joy of sticks!

He is the third dachsie that has taken the family name in the past 14 years.  Oscar, a true-to-the-breed black and tan was the first.  He was David’s dog through and through and when he met an untimely end at four years old, he opened the door for Simon, the second dachshund, to steal our hearts.  Simon died just over a week ago, but 1902 Riverbank Drive just would not be complete without a canine prince at the master’s side and so Scooter now has the honour of being man’s best friend in that household. 

This weekend, I had the honour of Scooter’s presence in my own home for a night and a day.  While I was sharply reminded of the work involved with puppyhood, I was also in puppy heaven with this cute little guy snuggling on my lap, following me faithfully around and performing his puppy antics for my amusement.  It took my mind off the 5:30 a.m. sojourn into the back yard in my pjs so he could go pee.  Not that I’m complaining.  He slept through from 11 o’clock.

We had to make a trip to Bizz’s Pet Grooming to buy a couple of toys for Scooter.  He’s a chewer and it was either find him something he could chew on or sacrifice the mouse pad, the iPod cord, the corner of my laptop or my emery board.  For a tiny, little, clumsy puppy, he had no problem getting into his share of mischief. 

Three seconds with those sharp puppy
teeth and I almost didn't have an iPod
charge cord.

Oliver adopted Scooter as a playmate right away.  They chased each other around the living room and even had a snuggle on the couch.  I think Oliver is trying to tell me something.  There may be another addition to the household in the near future, though it won’t be a dog.

I love dogs.  At this point in my life, though, a dog is just not practical.  I will happily settle for visits with this little guy from time to time.  And on that note, it’s time to get outside and see what I can do about getting that darn fence accomplished so he has a safe place to romp when he does come over. 

Nap time

Welcome to our world, little  Scooter.  You have a big hole to fill in our hearts, but you’re already well on your way to doing that.