While I know that most of you will say..."OH NO, Here comes Al with his Scottie Stories, AGAIN!!" I hope you will bear with me for a minute here, since this thread is the home of Dog-Lover's.
In the time before Duff
took over our lives, and in fact, before Janet took over MY life, I had a dog. WOLFUS
. One morning in 1989 as I was filling my gas tank at a Circle-K in the snowy-winter rain I noticed a shivering tiny puppy by the gas pump. He couldn't have been 6 weeks old at the time and was apparently abandoned. I checked with the convenience store operators and left my phone number should anyone come looking for the puppy, and took the little guy home with me. I had been a Bachelor for 3 years at the time (after divorce) and the dog needed me as much as I needed him. Dubbed WOLFUS
, he became my partner in life, going with me just about everywhere. I had a rather active social life at the time and WOLFUS
became an excellent judge of character (and other necessary life-skills)when he would meet my friends.
When Janet entered the picture in 1993, WOLFUS
was slow to accept her, but he learned that she was definitely more dependable than I when it came to caring for his little doggie needs like food and water, so we became a threesome. WOLFUS
was a Mixed breed mutt, but had a lot of Yorkie/Silky Terrier in him. He peaked in size at about 24 lbs. He loved to travel in any form and could ride laid out on my left leg for hours with his head resting on the window ledge as I drove. We spent a lot of time in the area of my "Mayordom",
The Cajon Pass area of SoCal. WOLFUS
loved the sound and feel as the trains would roll by. He would wait with me as we watched for the appearance of the long freights pulling hard as they came up the Pass. WOLFUS
would stand on the rail to feel the vibrations that told him of an approaching train, long before we could see it. Here he is doing his "LOOKOUT DUTY"
on the Santa Fe tracks.
When he felt the approach of a train he would bark and be sure I was aware of the coming 'danger', then he would retreat to the safety of the truck to watch it go by, then back to the rails to feel the heat of the friction that remained after the train passed. WOLFUS
made the move to Indiana with us in 2000. He was 11 years old at the time of the move. He adapted well to his new home, but it seemed to age him faster than it should have....that may be true for us too! By 2003 he was having serious aging difficulties and we made the difficult decision to have him put to sleep. That was a very hard thing for me to do.
We waited several months (as a few of you may recall) before we decided to get another dog. As much as I enjoy my current pets and am growing to appreciate their talents and loyalty, I still miss my 'buddy' and recall those years of companionship he provided.
I called him WOLFUS,The Wonder Dog
, and he was just that.