I was entranced with this puppy. He became my dearest friend. We walked everywhere together. He learned to walk off leash and stay right by my side. This was in 1979 when there were no leash laws and no humane society in our town. People often had their dogs go all over town with them off leash. And as a working breed dog, he would not leave me. If I said “go” he would run around, but he always stopped at the curb and waited. I taught him he couldn’t step off the curb until I gave the signal. We were awesome partners. If a person or dog came near, I called and he came to my side. He slowly walked with me until I felt it was safe. Then I said “go” off he went again. It took many, many hours of walking for us to perfect this, but we did. He just needed me to explain what I wanted and he figured it out. He would look at me like, “could you just say it in dog so I understand?”

As Scooby grew up, he learned to escort me up the hill to school. I entered College near the Biology Department and he was there waiting for me to come out every day after school. One day he figured out I was taking a class on the ground floor where he could stand on his back feet to watch me from the window. So he walked me to the door, checked on me in class through the window, and at the end of the day, he’d be at the door waiting to walk me home.

Scooby also loved to play ball. While patrolling the back yard walking the fence line, he would toss his ball over the fence to passers. I’d watch him from the window trying to encourage people to play with him. One man commented to me how he taught my dog to play catch. I laughed and said, “My dog taught you how to throw the ball!”

Scooby loved it when I played tennis. He would sit anxiously outside the courts just waiting for a ball to get hit over the fence. He ran like a mad dog to get the ball and throw it back on the court. Then, he would immediately squat near the opening, ready for the next ball to fly out. He made a great college team mascot!

A year later, an abandoned dog began jumping in our fence to play with our dogs Scooby and a Red Bone Hound named Molly, and eat our dog food. He appeared to be around 10 months old, was black with a white chin and white speckled feet. He had long hound ears, a lean sleek body and long legs. He acted like a wild dog. I could not catch him or even get close to him. If I stepped outside, he’d jump over the fence and run away. I named the new dog Spike because even though I couldn’t touch him, I could see his giant fang K’9 teeth hanging out of his upper lip. “My, what big teeth he had!” We put a camper shell outside the fence with a rug to offer him shelter and he immediately took to that. He stayed closer and closer with time, but literally left several times a day to mark about a two mile territory. He loved Scooby! They played and played when he thought no one was watching, but of course I was.