My Bestest Friendmy dog had been in my life since i can remember, my frist memory was coming home from a friends place and seeing him tied to the basketball hoop, with my brothers hypeing him up and my dad cursing cause he can't get the fence up. i sat with him all afternoon and i think that's one of the reasons i was so close to him. i loved taking him for walks and when i was older getting up early and running in the nice cool morning. i would sometimes sit outside with him for hours just talking and i know it sounds werid but just the way he looked at me was like he understood everything i was saying. he was always around, happily chasing birds but for some reason he was afraid of ducks, even though his bred are used to hunt with, stange really. anyway i would love it when we were younger we lived in a house in New Zealand and we had a big deck by the front door, my brothers and i and scooby would all crawl under the gap in the stairs and sit under the deck and talk, so my dad put a board up to stop us, but scooby and i could still squeze under, we would stay there all day, it was some of the best days of my life. he showed us how much he loved us when we moved to Austraila, we really couldn't afford to ship him over so we gave him to some friends of ours who had a farm. he howled all day and night and refused to eat anything, i was so glad becuse it meant that we had to ship him over, i was so happy i had my mate back. what was funny was when we went to get him at the airport he heard us and started jumping around in his box, he was so happy he nearly tiped the whole thing over. but as he got older i had to stop takeing him for runs as he was too old and had arthrites and finally he got cancer and we had to get him put down. i remember holding him as the vet injected him and just hugging him as he went off. it took me a while to let him go. i just didn't want to leave him. i took his lead collor, my brother has the collor. i have the sign off his doggy house on my bookshelf in my room and his lead hanging over it, i have lots of pictures of him everywhere and i still talk to him. i love my scooby and always will. he was my bestest friend.
steff 16-18, F 5 Responses 1 Dec 9, 2007