"Trouble" was my mother's first dog, but Scoot was mine. This picture would have been around 1965 or so.
Scoot was a terrier mix, of pedigree unknown, the runt of her litter, acquired from the back of a pet shop. She lived to age 15 without any health problems at all. She killed a few rats -- proof, in our eyes, that she had the right stuff.
Scoot traveled from Washington, D.C. to Kansas, and from Morocco to Algeria, and back to Washington again. She is buried, with headstone, just off Dupont Circle in Washington, D.C.