Zeke Miller Scott

Esther R. Scott 

eSsdoprnto612a5Paa8cg2:at76 8u  ur0c0y2ign9 a77J1i7202t7M2a3 ·

Shared with Public

#memories I can’t help it, I miss my baby Zeke. They said he was a Great Pyranese but I truly believe he had Wolf in him. Better makeup on his eyes than we girls. He got hit by a truck, stayed away for 3 days in 20* weather, came back, warmed up and went back to being his wild self. He jumped over my high porch that was over 2 garages and come back hours later or his friends dad would bring him back, we’d laugh and he said he liked Zeke, he didn’t mind and he didn’t mind him visiting his dog. His dog liked Zeke. Ja’red spoiled him before he went to college and Lexi washed him like she was washing clothes. We had to tie him around our tree until he dried! Once he came back smelling like he rolled in mess. (literally.) I had to take him to a center in Pittsburgh when I moved and it broke our hearts. We saw a lady walking him once in South Hills. I just knew it was him. I called his name, he stopped and looked but the stoplight changed and I had to drive away. At least I know he is ok. The lady was clean looking and dressed like a runner. That kid loved spaghetti, playing with Ja’red, licking his head when he’d sweat from playing outside and ate his doggy-bowl of spaghetti with Lex as she watched T.V. He knew when we were sick because he’d lick our heads or cuddle with us with empathy. I don’t think any dog could replace him.