I'm feeling sad this week for Ruthie, my niece and one of my faithful blog followers. She and her family, due to circumstances, just moved into a home that has a policy of No Dogs Allowed, which meant that she needed to, for a time at least, give up her beloved dog Scoobert. She has had Scoobert for, I'm not sure, 12 years maybe?, and Scoobert has been there with her through thick and thin, including the big move a few years ago from New Jersey to Minnesota.
So what Ruthie did was, with many tears, ship Scoob off to her mom, Vickie, in North Carolina, where he will be in good hands, being pampered by his "grandma" and learning to bark with a Southern accent. Hugs to you, Ruthie -- and Scoobert too.