Otis and Eddie

DK and the Thundering Herd asked for a picture and a dog story and it made me think of Otis the Scottie and Eddie the Mutt (this is a picture of a picture, so please excuse the quality)

Otis was my only and long wished for Scottie, much adored by my whole family and certainly me.  Eddie came into our lives as a street guy, starving and a real mess.  But he became, in a very short time,

Otis's best buddy. The above picture was not an unusual afternoon sight to see.  The two curled up, snoozing.

One day, when Otis was about five months old, I found some very big Milkbones and gave each of them one.  They were way too big for Otis but he took it, and walked around with it, Eddie zoomed off for the lilac bushes where he could consume his in peace.  Otis thought about his, layed it on the porch, and started digging a hole  at the bottom of the steps.  He stayed at the job for quite a while, working his hole and making it bigger.  Then! it was perfect, and he took his bone and stood it up in the hole, by the long way!

So here is this little worker, his hole he has dug, and his bone in it.  Only about 1/3 of it is sticking out the top! 

Otis knew that this was not right, he was just a little guy, but still instinct told him, this was wrong.  So, he looked at it for quite a while, trying to puzzle out his mistake.  Then here comes his pal Eddie, always hungry, always willing to take whats yours, and he started biting the end of the bone off and got it so it was finally at ground level.  Instead of being upset, Otis saw it as his solution, and he covered the rest up with his paws, gave a sigh and came and sat by me, as if to say, NOW ITS RIGHT!

I wish I had some pictures of this event, because it was probably much cuter in the seeing than it is in the telling.   Eddie lived about five years longer and after he died, Otis was most heartbroken.  When we would go for a walk, and he would see a blonde dog coming our way or on the other side of the street, he just KNEW that was Eddie.  It became just heartbreaking to see his response when he knew it wasn't.

So, hows that for a story, DK?

Cheers, hugs, and happy Sunday to all,

Jo and Stella