A pack, man.

Worthy of GSGQ magazine: German Shepherd Gentlemen’s Quarterly. Yep, I’ve hit the jackpot. (© Image)

Hey. Remember me?

It’s Scooby the one who was in dire straits caged among the abandoned, the vicious, the dejected, the frightened and confused until Person rescued me last month. (That harrowing time here)

A few weeks of good food and care under the eye of Resident Canine of the Realm, Ella, has restored my fluffy coat and bright eyes….if you just don’t look too close at my tail…I chewed it out of nervousness at first.

Didn’t understand the crate thing – actually managed to roll it the first time.

But that was due to sheer panic and terror. Now it’s OK. I understand I’ve won the lottery and now own my very own cabin located next to Ella’s. She said it had a previous occupant (and she looked a little sad at that) but hoped I would feel comfortable making it my own with blanket and toys.

And I’m chosen as the preferred escort when Person goes jogging as I’m so good at accepting whatever pace politely and happy to keep on track.

But that’s not the big news.

I told you it was big. My litter mate, Rocky showed up! Ella’s walking up to greet him. (© image)

Actually I’m the tallest, fuzziest, and most confident pup now ’cause Rocky’s had, well, a rocky time.

Person sprung my brother, Rocky, from the pound (click here) and thought he was going to live at a co-worker’s house with a large old German Shepherd and a smaller dog. It looked good. Kids and all loved him…well, not the big old dog at first, but soon they were best buddies romping and jousting in the mud yard.

Maybe they got along too well.

There were stories of the two of them breaking into the room holding the paintball equipment. (You do know GS are experts at unlocking doors.) Seems there was a paw load of redecorating that happened in that room – just like on those “Love It or List It” house shows.

Then the two of them tried to surprise their owner by rearranging the furniture. It’s hard to two dogs to tug a leather recliner neatly across the room…without a few puncture holds…and maybe that idea to create fringe wasn’t thought out so well…

Dogsonally, I think Rocky felt like stepchild as the other two dogs had personal cabins and he didn’t. No safe cave for him. Sigh.

Anyway, Person quickly rescued Rocky again. 

Getting him out of the car, Person told him, “Rocky, we’ve got to make this work. No grrr-y face. No bitey mouth. And no knocking down my “Little Person”.

Rocky came in quiet.

I was thrilled to see him, but was quick to demonstrate with head across his back that I was RC Princess Ella’s strong paw and stood united with her.

He puppy bowed to her and stood while we gave him a few sniffs (to make sure he wasn’t some intruder in a dog suit)

Princess Ella grinned that “she’d always wanted a couple of modified boy toys to do the barking and chasing for her.”  Smugly she gave Rocky a bump and said “You can help Scooby with preschool entertainment, too. Just remember, any food that hits the floor from Little Person’s hand is mine!”

And that was it.

Rocky’s very thin. Must not have been getting the right food or enough food. (He’ll learn not to try and get between the Princess and her bowl.)

He’s been polite if Little Person steps on his tail. (Although I, Scooby, stay protectively close to Little Person and ready to block if need. Ella said Rocky was my brother, so I had to teach him manners…like not to lick LP’s face – even if there’s food on it.)

And now there are 3 lovely private dog cabins in a row with views of the backyard’s squirrel tree.

This is his forever home. Person said Rocky has been bounced around and had enough promises broken.

We are pack.

Paws to please,

Scooby of the Fluffy Ruff

Decked out. Scooby in blue collar, Ella in the bright princess pink collar, and Rocky who seems relieved. A matching blue collar means he’s home.(©Image)

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