Scooby on a Santa Barbra trip to Three Dog Bakery.

Scooby (left) is our oldest at eight years. He was an adopted dog while we lived in the Bay Area. Gen­tle and sweet he is mindful of others. He is very talk­ative with all sorts of vocal noises. The bark­ing can be be a bit much right now with all the con­struc­tion across the street hmmmmmm road from us.

He has had a difficult time ad­just­ing to east coast thunder storms (for the most part there is no thunder in california). He quickly jumps into your lap shak­ing at the first clap of thunder. If your stand­ing he is at you feet stand­ing on his back two similar to the photo here. Gently paw­ing you to be picked up. AHhhhhhhhh poor baby dogs afraid. He shook in his cage the day we took him home. Like most dogs is has no feAr when it comes to a ride in the car. The two years we where in northern Illinois he could run free through acers of medows in county dog parks.

He can not stand when Hank goes away and will sulk for hours till his return. Any way he was the first after Puppup died about seven years ago.

Christmas TERROR!