The pup on the left is my late dog, Otis the Scottie. A most rare and wonderful character who was a whole lot like the guy on the right, the late Tsar of the Porties . After Otis died at age 17, I missed him so much and when I "met" Tsar, I thought they might have been brothers, they were so much alike. They were both their own dogs.
They did as they pleased, had good manners about things but none the less, did as they wished.
They were both solitary gamesmen, Tsar with his stick and Otis with a favorite ball. Our pack never got bigger than 3 dogs, and Tsar was one of ten, but that didn't matter to either of them. They both liked a routine and expected things to happen at a certain time of day. They both liked to "keep watch", making certain every one in their pack was OK. Otis never had much faith in my ability to take care of myself, which is why I think he lived so long.
Both Tsar's family and mine were blessed indeed to have these dogs in our lives. They were both one of a kind and very much loved by their friends and families. Getting along without them is the hard part.
Love and good wishes to all the loveable oddballs out there who are not much like the rest. I'm talking about you, Phantom, for just one.