Monthly Archives: September 2012

All about Scout

me and my dog Scout

Scout is 8 months old. She is very crazy and seems not to know a thing about anything in the world except that everything it does is a game (which may not always be true). That is why it is so hard to get Scout’s leash on. When you take the leash out of the closet, Scout jumps up and grabs the end that you aren’t holding. She starts tugging on it like it’s a game of tug of war. This really drives me crazy. Once you finally get her leash on, she turns her head and grabs the leash and starts tugging at it again. It feels like you’re not walking her but she is walking herself! Which is a ridiculous thought indeed.

We have two dogs, Scout and Cody. We feed them at the same time but separately, Scout, outside and Cody, inside. The reason is that whenever you let Scout in, she pushes Cody away like he’s a hamster and eats all his food. Then she goes back to her bowl and eats all her food too. And so that proves that my puppy has absolutely no manners whatsoever.

a pure bred Rhodesian Ridgeback

Scout is a Rhodesian Ridgeback dog. Rhodesian Ridgebacks are dogs bred to hunt lions in South Africa. Scout is not a pure bred Rhodesian Ridgeback because she is way too small and her ridge is not wide enough or straight enough. Rhodesian Ridgebacks are very strong dogs. Scout is strong too, especially her teeth. Here’s a list of things that Scout can chew:






and possibly steel

I hope you have enjoyed this information about my puppy.

by Pearl


A Book that Pearl and Carrie Like

Last night Mom read me and Carrie a book about a stray dog. Carrie and I really liked it. It’s called The Dog Who Belonged to No One. It’s about a small stray dog with crooked ears and the girl who finds him. The girl finds the dog on a rainy day. She feeds the dog and makes him her friend. One reason I enjoyed this story is because it’s about a little girl helping a stray dog. I think that’s a very special thing to do. My favorite part of this book is the end because it ends very happily with the girl telling the dog stories and having fun with him. One of the reasons I think the girl helped the dog is because she knew the dog would help her a lot in return. The reason I like to rescue dogs is because it’s fun and you’ll have an extra friend in the house!

by Pearl

I like this book because the puppy is cute. I like the girl. I was glad that the dog found the porch and came to live with the girl and her family.  I like the parents because they didn’t have to let her keep the dog but they did.

by Carrie

Pup Squad’s Pups

This story I wrote first was published on Baba’s blog.

At Saturday afternoon my whole family was in our car. My mom Marcia was driving us to Pup Squad. We arrived there. I went inside Pup Squad’s adoption center. After looking at Pup Squad’s puppies, I got to talk to Fran. I asked Fran how old was Pup Squad. She said 4 years old.  Also Fran told me how she loved dogs.

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I’m talking to Fran, the Pup Squad leader.

Fran is the person who helped us adopt our two dogs, Cody and Scout.

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Christy was very nice.

After I stopped talking to Fran about Pup Squad, I talked to another volunteer named Christy. She joined Pup Squad in January 2009. At home Christy has a mama dog that is sick is going to get healthy.

Then when I finally finished interviewing Christy, I went to go look at these dogs. How fantastic they were!

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Oh but this dog looks like our dog Scout. Except for the purple shirt!

I looked over to a window and there I saw another puppy. It was off to the side, almost in a corner maybe. I walked over to the strange dog, but I liked it a lot.

I walked over as quickly as I could. I asked Christy if I could play with this dog. She said the puppy might want to sit on the couch with you.

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I think she liked me too!

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A Pup Squad puppy waits to be adopted.

The end.

By Carrie, age 6

Mystery Dogs

photo by Carrie

Right   now  we   are    trying   to   put  a    end   to  a  mystery.   if    you   want   to    know  if    we    have seen  any stray dogs  we have seen 3.   If you want to know  what     we   named  the  stray  dogs  we  named one  of   the  Dogs  Mystery,  and there’s Driveway  and  Little  One.

by Carrie


Once I was outside and I saw a pack of stray dogs.  They were resting under the trees two houses down from ours.  Whenever I see stray dogs, I get very excited because it’s hard to spot them.  When the dogs got up, I saw one of them was limping. That got me started!

“Can we please rescue him, Mommy?  Please?!”

And, of course, she said, “No, Pearly, no, we can’t!”

So, I just stared at the pitiful dog as he and his pack went away.

by Pearl

List of Stray Dogs

This is a list of stray dogs we’ve seen and how many times we’ve seen them.













So, you see, when my mom gets upset that we’ve rescued 2 dogs, I say, “But, we could have brought home 12!”  And, that’s just what we’re going to do!

By Pearl

The 25 Minutes of my Life I’ll Never Get Back

Once me and my sister Carrie thought that we could attract stray dogs and other animals if we put a bowl of dog food out in the front yard. We put the dog food bowl out and took turns standing guard. Soon I realized that this was way too boring to do for a long amount of time. I moved the food bowl close to one of the cars, and Carrie and I got the keys and opened the car door and got in. We sat their for ten minutes. We brought our dog Cody outside with us hoping he would either attract stray dogs or lead us to them.

The bad part was that Cody got away. We went chasing after him, and as usual he bulletted straight for the big abandoned field. When I turned the corner I saw Cody with another dog and his size. I called for Carrie to get the dogfood bowl. She started to run back to our yard. Then I saw another dog come out of the bushes. It was a pure bred doberman pinscher, or at least that’s what it looked like. By the time Carrie got back both strays had disappeared.

I took 5 steps into the field and set the bowl down. In the afternoon I came back and our plan had backfired.  There were animals eating the dog food, but they were fire ants.  So, I had to dump the whole thing and flick off the ants.  I brought the empty bowl home and mom asked, “Did they eat it?”  I told her what had happened.

And, so people, please don’t leave a bowl of dog food in a field from morning to afternoon.

by Pearl

Spots’ Spin

One day I was outside in my back yard, and you’ll never believe what I saw through the gate. A big boxer dog jumped on the innocent mail carrier. (The reason? It is natural for dogs to be not such close friends with mail carriers, if you know what I mean.) Apparently mail carriers are prepared for these situations. So she took out her mace and with one spray the dog jumped off her.  The boxer trotted over to our neighbor’s car and sat underneath it for two hours or so. My sister Carrie and I stared at the boxer all that time. There was another dog with the boxer, a dog who would soon go by the name of Spots. He was small, white with a few black spots on his back. The markings on his face looked like a mask.

Soon the boxer drowsily got up and walked around the neighborhood with Spots at  his heels. Suddenly a man walking his dog, another boxer, if you can believe that, turned down our street. To my mom’s horror, another larger pack of stray dogs came up behind them. The stray boxer and Spots distracted the pack of dogs, and then the pack circled around Spots and the stray boxer which gave the man time to break away from both packs. When he got to our yard, Mom said, “Do you need any help?” The man said, “They won’t bother you if you ignore them, but the bigger pack is meaner than the small pack.” He walked to the end of dead-end street and went back the way he came. By the time the man and his dog left, the big pack was gone. Soon the smaller pack left as well.

The next morning I opened up the door and saw Spots at our neighbor’s house. The neighbors had left out a food bowl, and all the food was gone. I thought about trying to help him, so I went to get Mom and Carrie. I asked them to bring the leash. We slipped the leash over the stray’s head, dragged him through the house, and put him in the back yard. We needed to go to a doctor’s appointment that morning, and when we came back Spots had squeezed through the bars in the gate and went back to our neighbor’s house. He stared up at us innocently. We tried to put the leash back on him, but he started barking like a mad dog. We still didn’t know if this dog was healthy, and Mom said we shouldn’t take any chances.

A few hours later Carrie and I went out to play in the front yard. We running around chasing each other. Then Spots ran over to see what we were doing. And dear readers, I am afraid I’m going to have dedicate this next sentence to my dog Cody. So here it is: Cody was in the back yard, and if it wasn’t for him we never would have rescued Spots because he started barking like crazy and that made both of them want to play. They started running back and forth together on either side of gate. Even though they were running really fast, Mom was able to slip the leash on Spots. We got him inside and put him in the crate.

Mom said that we should take him to the vet immediately. The vet looked at him all over, she even scanned him for a microchip. He didn’t have a microchip, but he was very healthy. We took him home and played with him for a little bit.

After a few days we started to realize something. The puppy was aggressive, kind of mean. He hated cats, and we have two of them. He hated people besides us, our babysitter, and my friend Eliza. And he hated dogs, except for himself. And when we finally placed him, he got in a fight with his new family’s dog, and so we had to take him back. I don’t know why but when he came back from that family, he was very skinny and you could count his ribs. After another day or two we put him in a shelter, and he was adopted into a family with no cats, no dogs, and no kids. We hope he’s doing well!

by Pearl, age 8