Human Down

by SandraF on April 3, 2014 · 2 comments

in About the Scottie News

One afternoon around 5:30pm, Chelsea, Angus and I strolled down the main road in my neighbourhood. It was a beautiful summer day. Unfortunately, as a Scottie owner I forgot the cardinal rule and let myself get too relaxed. I was unprepared for what happened next.

Angus and Chelsea saw a squirrel. Before I could prepare myself, the lines on the extension leashes were whirring like fishing reels as the dogs started to run. I felt like I was on “River Monsters” and wanted to scream “Fish On”.

I struggled to reel the dogs back in as they frantically chased after the squirrel. When they got to the end of the line, the jolt pulled me off balance and my ankle twisted on the edge of the sidewalk. I felt myself falling.

As I laid there, in front of the church on the main street with the homeward bound traffic looking on, I knew this could not get any more embarassing.

But no matter what, I was not letting go of the dogs.

By now, Chelsea knew something was wrong and came back to me barking as if to tell Angus “Human Down, Human Down”. Angus was too focussed on that squirrel to care. He kept pulling trying to get to the squirrel which was now just sitting in the tree daring him to reach him. Angus would get to the end of the leash and my arm would stretch enough to pull him back a bit. It was like a Scottie yo-yo.

Eventually, I was able to sit up and reel in this 30 pounder. After I got Angus under control, I was able to stand back up and dust myself off.

My ankle was sore but my dignity was much worse for the wear. One saving grace was that I did not fall into any dog droppings. That would have just capped the day off.

As I limped back home, I noticed that Angus was strutting like he had gotten that squirrel. The chase was better than the get. Unfortunately for me, the chase was not so much fun. It took awhile for people to stop asking me “Was that you lying on the church lawn?”

We took a different route for the next few weeks. At least until my dignity recovered.

Mr. Innocent

Mr. Innocent

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Screen shot 2014-03-31 at 10.50.51 PM It was naughty Patrick the Scottish Terrier who started the whole chain of events. Read two versions of this dramatic water rescue story: the one from Global (left) and Canoe’s account.

Then continue below to find out  how the Scottie News‘ very own good samaritan saved Bridget from an icy ravine.

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Bridget’s Big Misadventure

by SandraF on March 31, 2014 · 8 comments

in Scottie Love

Bridget post-ravine rescue and pre-spring cleaning

Bridget post-ravine rescue and pre-spring cleaning

Bridget was missing. It was Tuesday morning and Ann had her out for her regular morning stroll through the park. Bridget decided that Tuesday was the day to go AWOL. She had done this before but has always turned up nearby within a short period of time.

Today would be different. There was no sign of Bridget. There were early sightings of her in her favourite neighbourhood but as time went on there was no news. No phone calls saying someone had found her…nothing.

Ann spent the day doing what every dog owner does. Trying not to panic, contacting animal services, the local veterinarian, other dog owners, and walking the neighbourhood calling for Bridget.

I stopped by to see Ann on my way home from work to see if there was any news on Bridget. Bridget went AWOL at 10am and was still missing at 5:30pm. You could see the worry in Ann’s eyes. She was concerned that Bridget had gone further afield than in her previous adventures. I called Raymond who is the other member of the Weekend Terrier Group. He was ready to help with the search and off we went. Ann went north to try to enter the ravine and work her way south. Raymond went to the ravine entrance which Bridget had been known to use as an escape route and I went to Bridget’s favourite neighbourhood. Ann had already searched these places but we decided to start where Bridget was last seen.

As I walked by the houses that backed on to the ravine, I called for Bridget. I heard a high pitched “yip.” I waited and called again. Nothing. I called one more time and heard a “yip.”

Raymond was shortly on the scene after having no luck with sighting her further up the ravine. We walked further down the street and went back into the ravine via very icy wooden steps. As we descended, we called to Bridget. We we so excited to hear another “yip.” We were pretty sure it was Bridget. Because of the ice storm earlier in the season, the ravine was covered in a thick layer of sheer ice. Raymond was concerned that it was too icy and told me to go back up and meet him at the other entrance to the ravine. Typical of Raymond to worry about everyone else before himself.

Raymond made his way toward the place we thought we heard the “yip” coming from. He did not hear it again but kept hoping he would see Bridget. Finally, he saw her. She was all curled up in a little ball further up the steep hill. To get to Bridget, he had to grasp on to twigs and branches that were stuck in the ice and crawl his way up to her.

As he got to Bridget, she barked frantically as if to say ,“It’s about time someone found me.” When she made her big escape her leash was still attached. The leash had gotten caught in twigs and branches and Bridget found herself unable to move. She had curled up and waited. We think she had been in that one spot since the time she had disappeared. It was a very cold day so she curled up into a tight little ball.

Raymond decided that to go back down the hill would be too dangerous so the only other option was to go up. There were houses that backed on the ravine and he was hoping he could get to one. They made their way slowly up the icy slope.

Once at the top, Raymond put Bridget over a five foot fence and then climbed over all the while holding on to Bridget’s leash in the event she decided to try her luck again. Now, they were on their way home.

I was making my way back to the point we said we would meet and had stopped to ask other dog owners if they had seen Bridget. As we were discussing her big escape, I looked down the street and saw Raymond. Bridget was by his side practically dancing with glee.

I called Ann right away with the news. Ann was already making her way toward our location after I had informed her that we thought we heard Bridget in the ravine.
Ann and Bridget were reunited and I have never seen Bridget so excited to go home.

Raymond is a hero.

It was very scary in those moments when we didn’t know where Bridget was. The Weekend Terrier Group is close and we care so much about each other’s dogs. It was a very emotional moment to see Bridget come trotting down the road with Raymond.

We are so glad she is home safe and sound with Ann.

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Your Scottie Dogs

by SandraF on March 30, 2014 · 7 comments

in About the Scottie News

Hi everyone,

The greatest benefit to writing this blog is receiving your comments sharing information about your Scotties. I love hearing about your dogs and your experiences.

Cindy wrote to the Scottish Terrier News that she was interested in getting a Scottie. She was a Cocker Spaniel Breeder but now wanted a little Scottie.

I wanted to share with you pictures of her new addition. His name is Angus.

Cindy is looking for any tips for house training this little guy.

My tip was to use pee pads by the door that is going to be used to take the dog out. Once the puppy runs to the pee pad by the door, I just take them out. They get used to outside and I eventually remove the pee pad. Abby took to this right away and was house trained pretty quickly.

Please share any tips and tricks with us that you found in training your dogs.

Hi, I'm Angus

Hi, I’m Cindy’s Angus

What a cutie!

What a cutie!

That Scottie Face

That Scottie Face

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The Last Woof

by SandraF on March 26, 2014 · 4 comments

in About the Scottie News

Ever try to win an argument with a Scottie? I did. Angus was not very vocal but when he barked he was loud. One day, he just kept barking. Not a string of excited barks but just a steady “Woof”, “Woof”, “Woof”. One bark about every two seconds. It was driving me crazy.

I approached him and snapped my fingers which usually gets me some response.

Nope, nada, nothing. He just kept on “Woof” “Woof” “Woof”.

So then I went for the verbal approach. Here is the conversation:

“No”
“Woof”
“Angus, no barking”
“Woof”
“Stop it”
“Woof”
“NO”
“WOOF”

So finally, I went for the physical approach. I grasped his snout in my hand (not hard) and made him look at me. Which required me to move my head back and forth as he moved his eyes back and forth to not meet mine. (I know in the dog world this is not okay but in my world I wanted him to focus on me and what I was saying.)

Finally, I had his attention.
“Angus, no barking”
“wuf”
“No”
“wuf”

Well, the only benefit to grasping his snout was that the barking was now muted. But I had to get the last word in.

“Angus, NO”

As he looked into my eyes, his lips moved like he was going to blow a bubble and the smallest, tiniest, littlest, “oof” came out. It sounded like a breath of air. “oooph”. I knew it was technically a bark but really, how could you say anything as it was so quiet.

I stared back into those big brown “innocent” eyes with quiet resignation. We both knew he won as he got the last woof in.

Look into my Eyes

Look into my Eyes

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It seems like Sandra and Abby have made a big impression. Along with your comments on the website (please check them out if you haven’t already) we’ve also received a few emails here at the Scottish Terrier and Dog News headquarters in still frozen Toronto.

Kay wrote to Sandra:

I want you to know how much my husband and I are enjoying your articles.  We have two scotties, Bonnie Blue (for Rhett Butler’s daughter in GWTW) and Angus.  Bonnie, our brindle, was adopted for our first scottie, Patrick.  Precious Patrick was unable to “show” because he was so very skiddish. So his breeder decided that he would be happier out of the ring and placed in a loving home.  Bonnie rose to the challenge, finding any opportunity to engage him in play or snuggle closely on the sofa.

Since Patty’s only litter mate had died at ten days of age, he never got to play or snuggle, and he didn’t understand what he was to do or the communication it meant.  Bonnie taught him “puppy love”.  It was wonderful.  Bonnie filled Patty’s life.

Patrick suffered a grand mal seizure last May 1st, and had to been put down the following day.  Bonnie went into deep mourning.  We lasted exactly one month before we brought Angus home.  He is all puppy, loves life and everything in it, especially if it fits into his mouth.  Bonnie was fine with it.  But what we hoped would happen didn’t.  The old Bonnie was gone for good.  Bonnie went from a playful puppy to a sad old lady the day Patty died, and she will never be back.  She is good to Angus, in fact, extremely patient with him.  She seems to love Angus.  But Bonnie filled Patrick’s life, what we didn’t know was that he filled hers too.  Without him, she is empty.

We all miss Patrick terribly, but perhaps not as much as his little sister of five years, little Bonnie Blue.  She is quite a little lady, now old beyond her years.  She is a symbol of the loyalty, to family, her Patrick, and of the loyalty of a true Scottie.

I look forward to reading more of your stories.  Thank you and good luck.

On the subject of Abby’s Downward Dog, Michael wrote:

My Annie’s spin move would shame the slipperiest NFL running back.  I try to establish temporary co-alpha status, and am successful when it suits her.

J and J wrote:

Oh boy, oh boy…….how we can relate!  We have a gal just like Abby, only she is black and her name is “Gilly”.  Alpha, alpha, alpha (and of course, we do love her so).

Roseann was especially impressed by the Canada Pooch parka worn by super athletic Lucy the Scottie. She researched where to find it and kindly shared her knowledge. You can use the Canada Pooch store locator. You can also order on line from Dog Chic Boutique.  Owner Kelly wrote: “We have all of the great Canada Pooch dog coats in stock, including the Winter Wilderness Jacket on Lucy’s video, on sale and ready to ship.  Just use the coupon code:  ’Winter Fun’  on your order.”

Who knows, you may not even have to wait until next year to use your parka. The way things have gone this winter, we could very well have some more winter storms on the way.

Moving along to happier subjects, Darlene wrote:

Nice Blog!  I have a Scottish Terrier (all black) he was born in Maumee, Ohio (Toledo area) on August 16th(day Elvis Presley died). My baby Elvis is going to be three years old…  He is my Hunk-a-Hunk of Burning Love!  We live in Cleveland, Ohio but I have a lot of relatives in Etobicoke, Canada.  My Scottie Elvis loves to bring home tennis balls from the park down the street.  Right now we have probably have over 50 tennis balls!!!  

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And, finally, we have a reader in need of some advice. Jan wrote:

I very much enjoy your emails. D o you have any kind of forum or advice area for Scottie problems?

I love my Theo to death but he has decided that he won’t sleep in bed with me. I finally figured out that he wants to sleep on the love seat with me, where I am known to take a snooze, but is hardly suitable for a Scot and me for a bed. And I have a bad back so this is not optimum. If I try to sleep in bed, he whimpers and whines so I can’t sleep anyway and I live in an apartment so I have to stop him by going to the love seat.

Any advice or referrals would be highly appreciated.  Thanks,

Over to you, Scottie News readers.

Jan

 

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Downward Dog

by SandraF on March 24, 2014 · 4 comments

in Scottie Love

What is it about Scotties that they know how to maneuver their little bodies in the opposite direction from which we want to go making themselves as immovable as a cinder block?

Upon entering the park today, I started to walk in the normal direction we take. Abby decided that today she wanted to go the other way. There we were, a taut leash between two stubborn females. I tugged on the leash to let Abby know that we were going to go in the direction we always go.

Abby responded to my tug with moving her body fully in the opposite direction. This was done by spinning herself around by moving her back feet quickly in a 180 degree spin. It was like watching a 18-wheeler where the back end moves but front end does not. But she was not done. She then crouched down and made her body a complete dead weight. This maneuver makes it very difficult to move her.

I tried bribery, a stern “Let’s go” and finally “Let’s go find Beau”. As we stayed at this impasse, other owners walked by with their dogs. They gave us an amused look. I felt their sympathy. They knew that what stood before them was not the alpha dog in the relationship. The alpha was laying on the ground burrowing herself into the snow.

I don’t know of any other breed that knows how to do this. It must be passed down from Scottie generation to Scottie generation.

We had a lovely walk though. The new direction was kinda nice. I might get used to it.

Abby being curious

Abby being curious

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Dog Friends

by SandraF on March 23, 2014 · 0 comments

in Life with dogs, Scottie Love

As I walked through the park today, I was reminded how much our dogs bond with their friends. There is a small group of us “terrier” people who meet up on the weekends to walk our dogs. The group is composed of three Scotties (Abby, Bonnie and Bridget) and one Cairn (Beau).

Due to vacations, we did not see Beau or Bonnie for three weekends. I noticed during this time that Abby was a bit quieter. She was overjoyed to see Bridget but I could tell they both missed the rest of the gang. We met Bonnie on a walk one day and Bonnie and Abby were so excited to see each other. They were just like teenage girls trying to tell each other all their news after a summer break. Last weekend was the first weekend that the whole gang was together in awhile. I could tell the dogs were overjoyed to see each other. I wonder if Beau told Abby, Bridget and Bonnie of his adventures at the dog sitters while his owner told the humans of his adventures in Florida.

If a new dog approaches the terrier group, Bonnie seems to go out as the ambassador. She is calm and friendly and if she is okay with a dog, the others will be too. Bridget is also good at checking out any new dogs. Although she does not like jumpy puppies or Boston Terriers (that is a story for another time). Abby is getting a bit tougher to judge in her reactions to other dogs. Sometimes she is very friendly but there are times when she will try to nip them which needless to say does not go over well. I have learned from experience that if one dog picks a fight with another member of the group, the rest will join in to back up their friend.

I remember visiting a dog park with Chelsea and Angus. Chelsea was sitting at my side as she was not one who liked to socialize with other dogs. She preferred the humans. Angus was playing chase with a young whippet. (You guessed it – Angus was not winning the game.) The whippet nipped Angus in the backside causing him to yelp loudly. Before I knew it, Chelsea tore across the park and t-boned the whippet knocking him to the ground. Angus and Chelsea ran back to me with gleeful expressions. His big sister had taken care of the bully. Mind you, I did have to do some apologizing to the whippet’s owner as it was a very minor nip.

Unfortunately for Angus, Chelsea’s protective side only came out in certain moments. When he chewed apart my new Ottoman, she practically “paw” printed him for me.

For dogs, once a friend, always a friend. When Abby was a puppy, she used to play with a Rottweiler puppy named Cocoa. To this day, if Abby sees Cocoa she goes really silly and will drag me over to say hi. Cocoa is the same. They always remember their friendship even if they have not seen each other for months.

When you have more than one dog, they can become very close and the absence of one is felt deeply by the others. Once Chelsea was very sick due to coming into contact with many different strains of the lepto virus. She became lethargic and by the time the vet opened in the morning, she was not moving. Chelsea had to stay at the vet’s for a few days as they tried to save her. During this time, I had a friend who volunteered to walk Angus for me as I would go and sit with Chelsea each night for a couple of hours. Angus refused to walk beyond the front yard which was very unusual as he would never turn down a walk. When I had to go in to work, I boarded Angus at the vet for the day so he would have company as he had not spent a full day by himself before.

As we entered the back room at the vet’s, we could see Chelsea laying in a cage hooked up to an IV. Angus ran to her and jumped up placing his paws on the cage wagging his tail and crying with excitement. Chelsea, seeing him, stood up and placed her paws on his. It was a tearjerker moment that I only thought happened in the movies. Chelsea did recover (thanks to an awesome veterinarian and his team). She was back to her old ways of running Angus and me. Angus was overjoyed when she got home. He had missed her. (So had I.)

Dog friendships fascinate me. Dogs can have different types of friendships just like humans. They can have a friend who they can wrestle with, another to play chase, and another to sit and watch other dogs (I am sure they are just gossiping when they do this). They know exactly what type of friend another dog is going to be. Dogs always look for the best in everyone which is something we can all learn from. Although, it is hard sometimes especially with those park people who don’t pick up.

Happy Monday everyone!

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Hi everyone!

by SandraF on March 16, 2014 · 13 comments

in About the Scottie News

Hello everyone! My name is Sandra and I will be be helping Ann out on the Scottie News.

Ann has written about my Wheaten Scottie, Abby, who had severe allergies this past summer. I appreciate all the comments and feedback received from everyone about allergies and treatment options. I now have Abby on Atopica which has changed her life.

I have always loved terriers. My first terrier was a Westie called Chelsea. When Chelsea was three, I decided to get another terrier. A Scottie called Angus.

Chelsea

Chelsea

Angus

Angus

If only I had done more research….

Angus was an absolute delight but I have to admit I thought for a long time something was wrong with him. I would call him to me but he would just sit and stare at me. About ten minutes later he would suddenly run to me as if to say, “Oh, you meant me!”

It really concerned me until I saw an interview with George Bush. President Bush called to Barney and Barney came running. Unfortunately, Barney just kept on running. Right on by the President. Did not even stop to say hi.

It was then I realized that a Scottie is no ordinary terrier.

Angus loved to walk. I could power walk for 5km every morning and he would just race ahead of me. I figured it would tire him out but nope. He would do his donkey turn (turn around, face the other direction and bear down) just to delay going home. I have learned this is a common Scottie delaying tactic.

If Angus wanted anything, he went to Chelsea who would then communicate to me. For example, Angus wanted out very early on a Sunday morning. I luckily (or unluckily) had a touch lamp beside the bed. If you touch it three times, it gives out a very bright light. One day, I woke up to a eye-hurting brilliant light. Both dogs were sitting by my head staring at me. I turned the light off and waited to see what would happen next as I knew I had shut the light off when I went to bed. To my surprise, Chelsea touched her nose to the lamp three times. I have no idea how she figured that out. Anyway, we were the only ones out at 5:30am. I eventually had to move the lamp.

Angus and Chelsea had a special bond that remained until both passed in 2010. Angus had bladder cancer along with a tumor in his abdomen. It was too late for treatment and he was put to sleep once we knew he was beginning to feel uncomfortable. A month later, Chelsea had a large stroke and had to be put down as well. Chelsea was 14 and Angus was 11.

Chelsea & Angus - The bow stayed in about one minute.

Chelsea & Angus – The bow stayed in about one minute.

Are we done yet?

Are we done yet?

It was an incredibly hard time but I felt blessed to have had them in my life for the time I did.

I was heartbroken and could not even think of getting another dog until I visited my brother and saw Bridget next door. Seeing another Scottie was too much. I had to have another. The quirks of their personalities are too hard to resist. Abby is an incredible dog and brings me great joy (and yes, sometimes frustration) every day.

Anyway, enough about me. You will get to know more about my life with Scotties in the coming weeks.

Here are a couple of St. Patrick’s Day photos of Chelsea and Angus. You can tell from the pictures they are not impressed with their attire.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

Love my Shamrock Tiara

Love my Shamrock Tiara

Have a great day and give your dog a hug!

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Hello everybody,

Just wanted to let you know that the Scottish Terrier and Dog News will have a surprise for you very soon.

In the meantime, here’s some video of Lucy, a super athletic Scottie for all seasons:

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