Loosing Scooby was pretty hard. I miss him every day. He was always my "Dr. Phil" buddy. He'd curl up next to me every day for our daily dose! It's hard not calling his name. One of the toughest things we experienced was when someone would be at the door. Scoob took his job of guarding the house very seriously. Anyone at the door would be greeted by intense barking. He sounded scarier than he was. In fact he'd get just as mad at anyone leaving the house. After he was gone, the first time there was a knock at the door we almost jumped into our routine. Someone always had to sit with him to make him relax. It was weird answering the door without the Scooby Routine.
Now, several weeks later we have a new addition. Things still will not be the same without Scooby, but he will forever be a part of us. We started searching for dogs at different shelters. At the last one we went, we planned for a younger dog, but we soon fell in love with Colt.
Colt is a 7 year old Jack Russel Terrier. He is energetic, well trained, and loves people. Since he's come home with us we discovered that he is a great jumper (he even cleared a half stone wall), he loves car rides and he can dig ( He thinks that is what our harvested garden is for.)
This new addition is a joy to have. He loves his family. He likes to play Catch and Tug-of-War. His energy sort of forces you to be energetic too, which is always something I find myself lacking. I have a feeling there is going to be some interesting stories featuring this guy.
So while I still miss my Scooby boy, I'm glad our family met Colt. In his own way he is helping us to continue to heal from the loss. But even better for him, he found a forever home with us.
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