Love/Hate Thursday

We have this dog named Scout.

Do you remember the show Seinfeld? I was a very big fan. In the Seinfeld world, there was this character named Newman and every time Jerry saw him, he said, "Hellooo, Newman." Just like that. With contempt and a curling of his lip. It was great.

Um. Well, that's how we speak of Scout. "Hello, Scout." The subtext is: "You worthless waste of life itself."

Scout is a pretty, pretty dog. Look, here he is as a puppy:

Isn't he adorable? He weighed 12 pounds when my husband brought him home. Now he looks like this:

You are right, he does have a great smile. In fact, that may be the only reason we've kept him around up till now.

He's mostly Border Collie but I like to tell people that we got the worst half of that. We didn't get the smart half. We got the OCD half. The dog is crazy about the tennis ball. There is NOTHING he likes better than the tennis ball--not eating, not sleeping, not being petted --nothing. I am forever stepping on tennis balls that he has managed to sneak into the house in hopes that someone, somewhere might forget about the "no fetch inside the house" rule and throw a ball for him. (Listen, I know you are thinking I'm too harsh, but A) Scout presents me with plenty of work just due to his nervous bladder and B) you haven't walked around my house with a bottle of Softscrub and a cloth trying to take disgusting marks off of the walls where some saliva soaked tennis ball has rebounded.

At any rate, we put up with him because he's, well, ours and all. And he makes us laugh. And because it's not like my floors were that clean to start with. But our neighbors on the left side of us are petrified of him because he's such a manic barker. Little do they know that if they raised a hand to him, he'd lie down and pee all over himself. OR, if they threw a tennis ball for him, he'd follow them home --I haven't lost hope. Anyway, I digress.

So, get THIS: yesterday I got a call from a neighbor (my husband's best friend) who is a police officer. He's just the greatest guy and his position on the police force puts him in the know of all the things that are going down around the city. So he calls and he says, "I don't know if you were wondering about all the police activity in the neighborhood but..."

I felt pretty stupid because I hadn't noticed anything. I felt more stupid when he told me that the police had sent ten units out to our neighborhood. TEN. Turned out that some guy had been shoplifting at the mall --which is a few miles from us and ran for it when the police showed up. So he made it into our neighborhood and ran down the long creek bed that goes behind our house. The police arrested him and took him off to the pokey. Our friend said that it was kind of a miracle that the guy hadn't cut through to this other street by us because if he had, he would have gotten clean away.

I laughed and said, "Well, the only thing I heard was Scout barking in the back and I thought maybe he was barking at the afternoon deer passing by."

A little while later, my friend called back. He was laughing. He said, "I was just talking to the arresting officer and judging by the streets and all, the criminal ran toward your house but then changed direction and ran the other way. I said to him, 'Wow, it's a good thing he didn't cut across that street because he'd have been home free.' The arresting officer said to me, 'Well, I think he thought about it but there was this dog going absolutely CRAZY out there and apparently, it changed the guy's mind.' So, Barb, I'm calling to tell you that Scout gets half-credit for the arrest."

I'm so proud.



Comments

hokgardner said…
That was supposed to say Good Boy Scout!
hokgardner said…
Another correction - that reads like I'm complimenting a Boy Scout. How about proper punctuation? It's not like I'm an editor or anything.

Take 3

Good boy, Scout!
Barb said…
I liked the first one, but then hope springs eternal.
DK said…
That's hilarious!! What a good boy!!

Hey, are they going to make him an honorary deputy or something?

Maybe he could give Maggie some lessons in actually barking at things that need barking at (instead of the once a month or so that she currently barks...)
DK said…
Dude, where did your word verification go?
Suna said…
As the owner of the world's barkiest blind corgi, the pug who could yap up a lung and their friend the less barky but scary immense dog, I salute Scout. And yes, these dogs get so hyped up over a cars in driveways and innocent walking children every day that criminal activity would go undetected around here.

Oddly our border collie mix is the least barkacious. But, remember, she chews walls.
Suna said…
Eeek, I am an editor, too and I said "a cars in driveways." The shame...
Well, maybe he should get his own TV show - you think? Like Lassie, you know....
Barb said…
Oh, no, this dog is SO DUMB. Like, if I go out to get the mail and come right back in, he goes crazy barking at me. Just now he was barking at Jane because she went outside and stood on the porch. D-U-M-B. At first, our good vet said that she thought he was smart and that we were mistaken. Now she's seen him numerous times when she's come out to see Sydney and the last time she was here, she said, "I'm still holding out hope that Scout will turn out to be smart."

Not quite the same thing as before!
Barb said…
So, I just noticed, for those of you keeping score, that I had a big punctuation error in my post today. And apostrophe was missing. Hokgardner and Suna--I was an Editor. Now I clearly NEED one!
Liz in Ink said…
We've got a cat we call Hemlock (and isn't that ironic that he's named after POISON) and he has been, ever since he was a kitten, a needy sicko. He used to suck on wool so vigorously that he put holes in half my sweaters. He's bitten all of us. He attacks dogs. Not our dog, but all the others in the neighborhood. And still. He's ours. We even used to debate giving him away but nope. He's ours. And somehow I don't think he's likely to keep runaway shoplifters out of the yard. Sigh.
Ei said…
Now Barb, did you appreciate the first one as possibly "Good-bye, Scout!" or "Good buy, Scout!" I wouldn't mind having a mutt that was a bargain shopper. I am not an editor. Am I still allowed to hang out here?

When I was a kid we had a neighbor who had a great beautiful Grand Pyranee who barked at inanimate objects...trees...parked cars...etc. I hope he found his purpose, like Scout. And now that all that barking has served a purpose, I hope it quiets down.

Sorry, I'm not an editor, but I am a cock-eyed optimist.
Barb said…
I was kind of hoping it was Goodbye, Scout. But then again, he has had some redeeming qualities. There is not a stray tennis ball for MILES in our neighborhood.

You BETTER hang out here or I'd have to hunt you down and MAKE you come back. (Whoa, can I be expelled from Blogger for sounding like a stalker? Well, too bad.)

I'm not an editor, either, remember. But I feel good that we have so many around!

Barb