Scooter doesn’t do much; he eats, drinks, dispenses of what he eats and drinks, encourages someone (anyone, really) to throw his ball or toy. And he chews.
And best of all, he is easily made happy. We went to Coastal the other day to find 0000 steel wool for my wire jewelry projects and Chris decided it was time to replace the last Squeeker Bone Chew Toy. One thing Scooter LOVES, is a toy with a squeeker.
Did I say Loves?
Love, bordering on OCD is more like it.
LOVE, OCD, and Single-Minded Desire.
I won’t mention the gooby-slobber parts. But lets just say, when he finally looks up and realizes we exist, he instantly wants to share. And that is all I have to say about that.