Oh where o where can my Scouty be?

I's laying in da bwoo-bonnetts looking pwetty fur my mawmaw.

My first dog; my love; my friend; my loyal pal; my beauty...Scout. She is missing!  : (
I love you.
Scout. Frout. Scouters. Frouters. Trout. Boochie. Baby. Bootiful. Fat Bottom girl you make my rockin' world go round...those are the names I call her.
Where can you be?
She is so happy and so big and pretty lazy. She is 7 years old. She is about 85 pounds. She is a Chow-Chow/Golden Retriever Mix. She has furry red/blonde fur with little baby fuzzies that look crimped around her ears. She has Who in Who-ville feet with long hairs growing out between her toes. She has stinky breath, but the prettiest smile and best kisses. She loves to lick. She barks and growls at thunder. She barks at tv sounds, like bells or horns. She kills roaches for me. (That is awesome. I squeal and she comes running to kill that roach. She knows the word.) When someone yells at me, she comes running to see if I'm ok and stands between me and the other person. She loves treats. She loves people to pet her fuwwy (furry) head. She loves her little 5 pound chihuahua sister. She protects her sister. She loves to go fwimmin' (swimming) and she will try to rescue anyone that's in the pool by biting on them. She loves toys, especially thin rubber ones filled with air and squeakies. She loves her squeakie-squeakies. She likes bell peppers. She sits. She shakes. She calls my dad, Uncle Daddy; my mom, Uncle Mommy; my brother, Uncle Bwuddewr. She loves car rides. She loves being outdoors when it is too cold for me. When she is worried, she looks like Papa, my dead grandfather. She loves to sleep at the foot of my bed or on the floor beside my bed. She detests the scent of perfume and nail polish and if she catches a whiff of either, she must jump on my bed and wipe her head on my pillows, trying to roll and get the scent off. She loves getting dried off and putting her head into the towels like a bull running into a read cape. She'll sit and chill with the towel draped over her head. She loves walks. She goes on runs with me, but gets slow and tired so she takes short cuts and meets up with me. She thinks toilet water is sooo much better than the fresh water I put out for her. When I bathe, she comes and lays on the floor mat until I get out. I think she wants me to use her as my rug. When she yawns, I always tell her I can see her chow-chow black spot on her tongue. When I say, "Doooo Youuuuu Wanna?" she gets so excited and perks up her ears. She also loves Petsmart so much that whenever I say "pet" she looks at me and smiles.
Aw...I miss my baby. I've been searching for her in the car and the woods. Please come home!  I love you so much.

I's just got gwoomed at Petsmawt and I's wearing a gween bandana and smell good fuw mawmaw.

I's got skinny didn't I? Mawmaw shaved me fuw summer time.

I had to dwess up wif sister Lola fuw Cwistmas.

We like to lay on the bath mat whenever mawmaw is in the batwoom.

I's smilin and lookin like a puppy. Do I look little?

I's sweeping in a chair at Uncle Bwudders house. I's luff him.

Look at my fuwwy paws. Mawmaw says day look like a Who in Who-ville. I's relaxin on da bed and want mawmaw to pet my white tummy.

Bluebonnets don't smell.

Mawmaw dwessed me up like a ballewina and had some wine with other animals. I met fwends and people said I had a sexy costume b/c it kept slipping down and showing my chest...but I don't have boobies.

I bwing sunshine into people's lives.