Brewster

Who would have dreamed that behind the demure, quiet face of a reddish-haired pup would be the Scamp of the Universe in disguise?

Who would have thought that 1,000 rabbit hunts plus later he would STILL be interested in squiggling under fences, rolling in God knows what, and emerging two hours or so later, panting, dragging his feet, but oh so happy?

Who would have guessed that asking a dog to “come” would mean a quick glance in the direction of the call, a flourish of the tail, and a thumbing of the paw to the voice, as if to say “hey, don’t worry: I have lots to do… I’ll be back later….”

Who would have thought that one dog could have so much personality?

Brewster was my little wickedly fun-filled dog. He loved to be good, and he equally loved being bad. He would, on a regular basis, decide that the daily routine for our dog family should be altered to suit him. When he was tired, he would simply sit down and not budge. This could be in the street, on a bed, in the car, at a friend’s home.

Stubborn, determined, and a handsome rascal, Brewster was a terrible influence on his brothers, especially the littlest one, who would often join him in fleeing from me in open spaces to go investigate in the woods. Brewster knew all the employees at Bisso Marine and Tug, as well as the guards on duty at the Corps of Engineers Property. You would see him trotting proudly past them, as if he owned the property on which he trespassed so regularly! He led many races to sniggle under fences with his brothers in hot pursuit, leaving me to only guess when I would see their hides again.

Brewster’s life was filled with adventure, and he lived it well. He sucked the wonder from each doggie experience, and he brought me many, many laughs. I am so grateful that Brewster shared his life with me. He was a loveable devil. I miss him very much.

Alli Raynor

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Posted February 25, 2005