“That’s one small step for a terrier, one giant leap for canines.” ~ Scout
For some time now, we have been growing increasingly concerned for our rat terrier Scout, and may soon have him hospitalized for his own safety as well as ours. He’s always been a bit excessively “imaginative”, but lately he’s become more than a handful. I caught him in the backyard this afternoon sitting on top of a can of gasoline.
One of the Siamese (‘Puter) was holding a lit match and Buster, the cairn, was counting backwards from 10, “Ten, nine…uhhh, four…seven…” Mishka, the other Siamese, was hiding under the porch covering her eyes. I’m sure sooner or later Buster would have gotten to one and all hell would have broken loose.
Scout indignantly said he just wanted to be the first terrier on Mars and that we just don’t “get” him. He did agree pose for me in his space suit, as you can see below.
OK. I confess, that’s not really Scout, it just looks like him; but a dog can dream, can’t he? The photo is from some unknown source in the depths of the Internet (an e-mailed legend passed down from terrier to puppy for generations — or a couple of years; whatever).