Another dream

I was dreaming about Skooter. He had barked really loud so I called him to me. He looked so beautiful and handsome in the dream, just as in real life. I was calling him to come up and lay with me on the bed. Before he got up there I woke up.

There was a tug at my heart when I once again realized that he is not here. But I know that it's going to be another beautiful day and he will be outside all day to enjoy the sun. That thought comforts me and makes this all easier to get through.

Changing the subject:

When Skooter was younger he use to eat everything he could get his mouth on - sticks, twigs, grass, bits of cloth. You name it and Skooter ate it. When it finally all got waded up into a big ball in his stomach we had to bring him in for emergency surgery. They saved his life that day. I will forever be grateful (even though it cost $3,000!!!). After the surgery, when we could finally look back at the situation with some humor we decided that Skooter was just a 'lazy bird dog'. He was building a nest inside his tummy so that the birds would come to him instead of him having to go and point at them. :-) Genius!

It is memories like Skooter being a 'lazy bird dog' that make the time we had with him completely worth while. And thankfully he grew out of 'making his little nests'. :-) He's a true, active Pointer now.