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The lil miss and her pup

Published April 30, 2015 by lynn k scott


The lil miss was feeling creative this evening.  I hear her giggling and flashes are going off sporadically.  The camera! Sure enough, the lil miss is on the couch, laying down, arms extended out in front of her.  What is she doing?  Why taking selfies with her pup!


Ut-oh…she caught us taking selfies

That’s right, a mini photo-shoot was taking place in my livingroom.  The kid is a camera addict.  Smokey, the pup, was more than happy to oblige his kid companion.  He adores her.

As you can see, the cuteness and the fun were definitely a good combination. Oh my lil miss….


Let me get that spot for you…right ….THERE!


              A girl and her pup.


Am I Fat; dog thinks so

Published April 8, 2015 by lynn k scott

It’s the only logical explanation I can come up with. We’ve finally gotten to the point in our puppy training, where Smokey (the grey pup in the pic) will go to the door and wait to go out. Sometimes he’ll utter a sound or two so I know he’s there.

Once he’s out, if he barks after doing his business, eating rocks, digging to China, etc., I immediately go get him as to not to disturb the neighbors. Both my dogs are inside dogs and are tethered when they go out. The chaos that ensues when they aren’t just isn’t worth it.

I have put Smokey out, sat down to work, heard his bark, gotten up, gone outside, bent down to unchain him, walked him in, and sat back down. I have repeated this process over a dozen times in the last couple hours.

The only explanation for this is, my dog thinks I’m fat. LOL

Side note: The brown and black dog, Reeses, is a fence jumper. He thinks I’m fat too because boy when he thinks I need a workout, he’ll break his leash and lead me around the neighborhood until I run out of breath.

Smokey Bear

Published April 6, 2015 by lynn k scott

Smokey Bear, that would be the nickname of my 18-month old pit mix; Smokey.  He’s a bit smaller than the average American Pit Bull Terrier, as he is mixed with Bulldog.  I only stand 5’2″ and he only comes up to my knees.  That being said, my little pup packs a punch with his solid weight.

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Smokey believes, if you are sitting on the couch or trying to relax, you obviously want him with you.  He has no problem almost smothering you with 50 pounds of solid love.  Your human persona will be replaced with that of cuddle machine. You are there for him to nuzzle your arms, lay his head on your heart so he can put his ears back and look into your eyes.

You are a jumping board.  When he needs to get up in a hurry, as you are the current cushion, you are magically transformed into a platform so he can spring to attention.  He will listen for the quietest sound and loudly alert you.  His favorite time to do this is between 4:00 a.m. and 6:00 a.m.  I am usually the only one up and he does his best to alert the neighborhood to the mystery sounds of city life.

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This is my “ferocious” pit bull.  He loves attention, loves showering you with attention and he doesn’t even need an invitation.  He sees a person and he sees a friend.  He’s a little, solid ball of love.  Of course, when he can’t cuddle the closet human, he will settle for a snuggle with his canine brother. Good night boys.

Good night

My Sheldon; My Smokey

Published March 14, 2015 by lynn k scott

Unless you are familiar with The Big Bang Theory, this probably won’t make too much sense.

My youngest pup (18 months now), needs to be renamed Sheldon. His morning routine is exact. Wake up, go potty, sit by bowl, wait for food, eat, get a drink of water and join Mommy on the couch while she has coffee.  This routine had been repeated almost every morning for a year. In the last few weeks, it has changed. We still do all those steps plus one more.

Now, after Smokey (my pup), jumps up on me to snuggle while I have coffee, about 3 minutes in, he starts making this exasperated sigh/whining sound. I pet him and “shh” him. The sound continues. I issue my own sigh of exasperation and wiggle out from underneath him so he can have his spot on the couch. He then repositions himself and settles in for his morning snooze.

I should mention, it is the same exact spot on the couch as Sheldon spot’s on television. He is saying in those sighs, “you’re in my spot”.

Yes there is training in this house but not sure who is the one who had been trained. Oh life with puppy.

That’s a fact; Jack!

Published March 12, 2015 by lynn k scott

I drove to work, thankful my car knows the way out of habit.  I was really tired this morning.  The neighbor’s cat likes to walk around in my backyard in the evenings.  Our bedroom window was open.  My Shepherd mix was at attention, barking his warning to get off his property.  Great!  I love being woken up more in one night than when I had a newborn.

We finally shut the window, threatened to crate the noise maker if he didn’t shut up and fell back to sleep at 3:00 a.m.  By 4:00, it was potty time…NOOOOOOOOO!  Stumbled to the door, let them out, fed them and fell back to sleep on the couch.  I sleep wherever I can close my eyes these day.

I paint my face with a bit of foundation makeup, add a little bit of liner and mascara.  Perfect!  Now I don’t look like I’ve been binge drinking all night while I stumble into work.

I walk through the dispatch door.  I’m two doors away from my office.  Who is in the hallway looking directly at me? Jack!  A six-month old yellow Labrador.  He is waiting for me.  I squeal, “JACK”!  He takes off running toward me with all his puppy exuberance.  I bend down, open my arms and the jumps into them, and begins giving his puppy kisses good morning.

We make it into my office.  He receives another hug, a belly rub and we head to the kitchen for get some water.  From there, he continued his rounds in welcoming the staff to the office.

Jack is a better-eye opener than coffee ever will be.  It’s a great way to start the day at the office.  I really enjoy working in a dog-friendly facility.  Throughout the days, I get to play with a rottie, a lab and sometimes a golden retriever.  Simple pleasures, I tell ya!

Time to Meet “The Boys”

Published March 5, 2015 by lynn k scott

That’s right folks, it’s time you met the reasons I dye my hair more often, that I swear a bit too much, that I don’t sleep and the why I can say all that in the spirit of love.

Meet my boys:  Reeses and Smokey.  I’m sure I don’t have to tell you who is who as the names should give it away.  So I’ll let you guess, if you really don’t know.

Reeses was a shelter dog I had rescued about 2.5 years ago from a high-kill shelter.  My husband never grew up having any pets and I had the gambit of strays, rescues and unplanned litters from the neighbors’ dogs.  My mom was an animal lover and I followed suit.


So, since my husband and I couldn’t agree on to get or not to get a dog, I resorted to dirty pool.  I took our, then six year old daughter, to the pound and told her to pick out a dog.  Then I took her home to tell her dad, knowing he wouldn’t tell her no. I admit, it was under-handed.  I also know she’s got daddy wrapped around her little finger and I wanted a dog.

Reeses did really well.  He was 4.5 years old, underweight, but a good boy.  He is half German Shepherd and half Golden Retriever.  He’s very K-9 protective, but enjoys meeting new people and getting lots of attention.  He’s such an attention hound.

Then about a year after I rescued Reeses, a friend called.  I had once stated I wanted a grey, female, pit bull puppy for my birthday.  That same year, is when my friend called.  Her daughter’s boyfriend, couldn’t keep his pup.  He needed a new home quick or he might end up in a not-so-nice place.  She called also because she knew I had done pittie rescue work and had done foster care for pit pups.  My last foster had left, so I only had Reeses at home.

I convinced the hubby we had to take him in.  I could foster him and rehome him if need be.  He just needed to be safe. Secretly I my inner child was jumping up and down screaming “It’s a puppy!  I NEED a puppy!”

Enter Smokey (aka Chaos and other words I can’t say here).  smokey pup  Little did I know how challenging this one would be!  Smokey had never seen another dog, since he left his litter mates.  He was about 5 months old when I agreed to take him.  That sweet, innocent face made me just sigh with his antics.  While he mostly resembles an American Staffordshire Pit Bull (ASPB), he is actually only half ASPB.  He is mixed with a bull dog and is really only half the size of his new brother.

Paper, in all forms, was meant to be destroyed.  Just ask Smokey, he knew this.  Nothing like going to the bathroom to find half the roll eaten.  He joined us right before Christmas.  Try housebreaking a puppy when you bring a live tree in the house and stick it in the corner.  Smokey had a slight identity crisis.  He thought he was part cat because he used the Christmas tree like a cat would use a litter box. Oy!

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Time went one.  Smokey was definitely an Alpha pup while Reeses was very laid back.  Smokey and I clashed here and there.  There’s only one Alpha (leader) in the “pack” and it wasn’t this small ball of fur.  Sunbathing is something both dogs enjoy.  Smokey will actually fall down from a standing position, as if he were petrified.  It’s the funniest thing to watch.

Reeses is my dog.  As in he watches out the window for me, is my shadow when I am at home and responds primarily to me.  Smokey on the other hand, has to listen to me but is creating a bond with my daughter.  He believes if there is a free lap, he should be in it.  He wants morning cuddle time, on a lap,  Using a laptop on the couch, fagheddaboudit (forget about it for those that don’t speak “NY”).  Again, there’s those cat-like tendencies showing through.  Smokey will try to walk on the laptop, literally.

Smokey sleeps under the covers, next to me.  Reeses will sleep on the floor or at the foot of the bed.  Now, I have a Cal-King bed (extra wide) and I get 1/8 of the bed to sleep on.  Smokey may be small, but he is a solid mass.  Try pushing 50+ pounds of muscled dog over; not easy.

Reeses has learned if he wakes up Smokey and can get Smokey to jump off the bed, I will have to get up.  This is usually where the swearing comes in.  I really dislike when Reeses wakes the Smokey.  Just like with a baby, you don’t wake the puppy!

So, there’s a brief glimpse into my life with “the boys”.  They make my hair grey quickly (bottom picture of Reeses playing in my garden), they drive me to distraction at times, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.  After all, rescued is my favorite breed!

Reeses stealing my spot

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Puppy Utterings

Published January 24, 2015 by lynn k scott

My mother loved dogs.  It’s something she instilled in us as kids.  We would take in strays, pups from a neighbor’s unplanned litter, a dog who needed rehoming and hunting dogs who would live out their final days in the country after they were through working to catch game fowl.

As an adult, I rescued my first shelter dog, two years ago. He was a four, underweight and was great addition to our family. I was fostering pit bull puppies on and off. I didn’t have a current foster when my friend called. There was a pup in need and she asked if I could take him in. Hmm, two full-time dogs, not just a foster. My husband wasn’t too happy about this, having never had pets growing up, but I agreed and the five-month old, Smokey, entered our lives.

Skip forward to present day and boy has the chaos-maker made living more interesting. I have said things I never thought possible.  For example, one evening, as I was working downstairs on my laptop, I hear from upstairs, “Smokey, give me the remote”. I hang my head for a moment before I head upstairs. I am greeted by my pup, holding the remote in his mouth. Luckily, I was coming up the stairs and my husband was coming down the stairs. He knew he’d been caught. He “handed over” the remote without incident. That was an easy one.

Before I realized my German Shepherd mix could help me herd Smokey, I had been chasing him all over the house.  Who needed a gym when you chased a puppy who was as agile as a speed skater? Phew…he wore me out. When you have a thief of a puppy, an open-floor plan is not your friend.

A few weeks ago, as we were preparing to leave for the day, silly me decided to get dressed. Smokey took the opportunity to redecorate a bit. In his 14 months of canine wisdom, he tore off a nice size piece of leather from the side of the ottoman (insert gasp).  Luckily, we were able to face that side to the fireplace and no one is the wiser.

I’ve uttered the phrases, “what do you have against my pot holders?”, “What were you thinking?”, “Bras are not chew toys”, “HEY…that carrot was part of my lunch!” “Come here you thief”, “Why are you eating rocks?”, “Stop licking the dirt.”, “You are not a lap dog (50+ lbs that is)”, “puppies can’t have coffee…no stop that”.

So you see, I may have one human child in the home, but I have an infant puppy who makes sure my life is not dull. He has grown and learned some manners, but I can’t help but wonder, when they say, “boys will be boys” if they aren’t talking about my Smokey.

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