Jamie, Abby & Scrappy

There to greet me in my new home where three new creatures. I have been used to my siblings and my mother. All white, fluffy and playful. That had been my life. Now I am suddenly low man on the totem pole, the youngest, the smallest and the shyest.

First to greet me was Scrappy. He had joined Vickies family a year earlier. He had been found wandering the streets close to death from starvation and other medical problems. HE was more my size and was very welcoming. We even played for a minute but I was pretty tired from the adventures of the day so after a few rounds of chase, I went inside and fell asleep.

I woke up to the gentle sniffing of a big black and white older dog, checking me out while I slept. She had such wisdom in her old eyes and I knew imediately that she was my mentor and that I wanted to be just like her. I later learned her name was Jamie and that she was about 13 years old.
I learned that she was a great search dog and beloved by children and adults all over the country. From her I would learn many great things, as well as a few things that would later come to haunt me day and night.

Finally there is Abby. She isn't the friendliest girl. She basically tolerates me because she is sure I wont be here long. (Little does she know) On the outside she appears to be sweet and passive, but don't turn your back on her........This I have learned......