A Terrier's Tale – Part One
What does an intelligent terrier have to do to deal with a ghost in the house?
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AN: While reading through GAMM fanfiction I noticed there were very few Scruffy stories. Being a dog lover I decided to write a Scruffy story. I love dogs in general, and more specifically terriers. I own and show Cairn Terriers, and I blame that on Toto and the Wizard of Oz (my favorite dog actor and my favorite movie; the next time you watch it check out how many scenes that dog is in – he is the real co-star with Judy Garland). My second favorite dog actor as I was growing up was Scruffy from the Ghost and Mrs. Muir. He is a smart, exceptionally well trained terrier with a great personality and was in a lot of the show's episodes. So being a Scruffy fan I thought he needed a story or two, and here we are.
This is a short series with the focus of the story being Scruffy's relationship with the Captain. I am assuming that he is very happy with the Muir family but doesn't always know how to deal with a certain ghost. Part One being before the Muir's get him and through the end of Season One. Part Two will be before season two and past the end of season two. Part Three will be beyond the series and if there is a lot of beyond from Scruffy I will do a Part Four (this is as yet to be determined). A bit different for me as this is lots of small chapters and told from Scruffy's POV.
This is for fun and I hope you enjoy it. Reviews are greatly appreciated.
Chapter One
I was born as a wire haired fox terrier in a litter of five puppies. There were three boys and two girls and I was the firstborn. I learned to smell almost right away and knew when mother or my littermates were nearby but it took me a while to get my eyes open and to hear sounds, and then to walk on my four little feet, but it didn't take me any time before I had mastered it. I already knew I was smart because I was a terrier after all. Mom made sure we grew up as good little terriers and she took very good care of us. As we got steadier on our feet we played until we couldn't play anymore, ate and slept. It was a wonderful puppyhood. After what seemed a very long time to me but I was told was really only about eight weeks, new people came into the home with the humans that looked after us. They would take us out and play with us, and we started leaving with these people, one by one. I was sad to see my littermates go but grew to understand that we would all have our own lives once we left Mom who by this time was rather cranky if we gave any thought to stealing some milk from her. Little puppy teeth are very sharp and she no longer tolerated us putting our mouths on her. So, our litter of five was down to only me and one of my sisters, a very quiet puppy, and the quietest of the bunch. I was accused of being the most energetic of the litter, a point I will not deny. I knew it wouldn't be long until we had homes too, it was an adventure I was looking forward to.