I know the Scottie News hasn’t been coming your way as frequently as it did in the old days, but Sandra tells me she’s going to be writing more in the new year, which is great news.
I love her posts and insights into being a fur parent to Scottish Terriers.
So for all of you who’ve asked about what’s happened to your Scottish Terrier and Dog News newsletters, I hope that brings you some holiday cheer.
I would also like to apologize for any unanswered emails. I do mean to respond, but it’s been a crazy year. Please know that even if you don’t hear back, your notes to the Scottie News are always greatly appreciated.
Wishing you and your Scotties all the best for the holidays and 2015.
Abby has been waiting for Santa to arrive since I put up our tree. She even waits underneath the tree with her favourite ball.
Waiting for Santa
I wonder what she asked for this year….
- Another ball to go with the other two dozen rolling around the house?
- A wagon in which she can be rolled to the park while she gives a royal wave to her dog park friends?
- A clicker to train me when to give treats?
- A new brother or sister to share her toys with?
I am sure Santa will bring her lots of goodies (except the brother or sister).
Drop us a comment and tell us what your Scottie will be up to over the holidays.
I won’t let Abby read your comments in case she gets some ideas.
Abby and Bridget are the best of friends but at times their attitudes can resemble high school “mean girls”.
Just last weekend, a beautiful Portuguese Water Dog came over to say “Hi”. Abby’s tail was just a waggin’. They sniffed each others faces and Abby seemed to really like this newcomer. As the dog turned to sniff Bonnie, Abby took the opportunity to sniff his bum. Just a little “hello”. But Abby had other things on her mind. She jumped up and pulled the poor dogs tail right from the base. The poor dog yelped so loud. Everyone was so surprised and I was so embarrassed. The owners were nice and said “It’s okay”. But I just wanted to crawl into the nearest hole. I turned to discipline Abby and I could tell she was really sorry. NOT! There she was kicking up the dirt and strutting around like she won some kind of contest. From that point on, I started to look for the warning signs. That fake wagging tail would not fool me again.
Bridget has also had some “mean girl” moments but it only seemed to be with Boston Terriers. When I first got Abby, I would see Ann and Bridget at the park and we would occasionally stop for a Scottish Terrier chat. During one of our conversations, Bridget was playing with her ball. The ball was a magnet to a bold, little Boston Terrier. The Boston Terrier stood in front of Bridget and barked and barked and kept on barking right in Bridget’s face. Bridget kept her head down but her eyes were focussed on the Boston. You could see she was getting fed up.
Just at that point Ann realized that Bridget was getting a little too annoyed and went to pick up the ball. But just in the seconds before she could get there, Bridget charged right into the Boston Terrier. Well, it was like watching two terriers in a spin cycle. These dogs were just going at it. Ann was trying to grab Bridget and I was trying to grab the Boston which I ended up pulling up like a bass in a fishing tournament. Finally, we got both dogs under control. No injuries but Bridget was giving him the eye letting him know that she was not to be messed with. Peace returned once again to the park until a couple days later when wouldn’t you know it – another Boston Terrier decided to go after Bridget’s ball.
This one charged right over to get the ball. Bridget was having none of it and they were off. Again, Ann and I struggled to get them apart. Ann finally was able to pull up the Boston Terrier out of Bridget’s reach. Unfortunately, Bridget had a hold of its back leg like it was a drumstick. Again, no injuries just a lot of noise and excitement. The response of the Boston’s owner got us laughing as he was concerned about Bridget being beaten up by his dog. Little did he know…..
Anyway, the girls are settling down and all of us in the Terrier Pack Walking Group are much more aware of what sets the pups off. As soon as we see something that could cause a problem, one of us yells the cue: “Running dog”, “New Puppy”, “Bouncy Lab”, “Dog in Flapping Coat”…. Somedays, the list can be endless.
The Scottish Terriers caused enough of a stir that Scottie News is putting out a special edition. The Radio Times has an excellent photo essay:
Archie the Scottie tweeted his experience. You can read all about it in his Twitter stream:
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Onward and upward: Bridget of the Scottie News turned eight last month
I hope you’ve been enjoying Sandra’s posts about Abby, Angus and Chelsea as much as I have and are looking forward to more to come. She’s told me she’s planning to write about “when good Scotties turn bad.” I can’t wait.
In the meantime, here’s some Scottie entertainment for you. It’s a 40-minute video called Leah and the Real Dog starring writer and producer Leah Epstein as herself, a woman inexplicably enamoured of a statue of a Scottish Terrier. Hamish MacDougal McDuff and Nessarose Epstein, a Scottie and an Australian cattle dog respectively, are the canine stars. The Hunterdon County Democrat called it “a head-spinning, mirthful film, light on plot and heavy on belly laughs.” Watch it here>>
Or you can just sit and ogle these uber-adorable Scottie pups who showed up in my Facebook feed.
I especially love the state of their ears
One more thing, there are lots of great news comments from readers of the Scottish Terrier and Dog News. If you head over to the site, you can check them out.
There they were, Bonnie and Beau, coming back from the park and they were not alone. They were with ANOTHER DOG. Not just any dog but Daisy, the poodle upstairs. As Abby watched their return from her favourite spot on the balcony, she got more and more frustrated. Why was she sitting here while they went to the park with DAISY!?! Why was she not there enjoying a good game of catch. Finally, her frustration all came out. She barked angrily to the world. “Why Me? Why am I stuck here?”
My mother, who was visiting, rushed to the balcony to tell Abby to be quiet. Before she could get there, Abby came bounding in. She was practically leaping in the air with each bark (which as you know is no mean feat for a Scottie).
She was mad. She wanted to go to the park and she wanted to go now. My mother, having heard enough of the tirade, told Abby, “You just be quiet now!”
Abby stopped, looked at my Mother and then proceeded to walk over to a stack of books on my coffee table and push them all off with her nose.
My mother could not believe it. This was a doggie temper tantrum. She had not seen something like this since I was two.
Abby calmed down after that. However, she was a little cool to Daisy for going to the park with her boyfriend, Beau, and her good friend, Bonnie.
Get Mad? Me? Never!
I have been dreaming a lot lately about my Westie, Chelsea, who passed three years ago.
Chelsea and I always had little rituals that was just between us. Everyday, I would get up and get ready for work leaving her asleep under the covers. Angus would be asleep at the pillow.
When I was ready to take them out, I would lean down and pet both of them. Chelsea would always give me one little lick on my nose. Chelsea and Angus were not dogs to lick someone so this was special.
Chelsea did this everyday. I like to think it was her way to say “Good Morning”. If I was feeling down, she would lean over and give me a “kiss” on the nose. She only did this with me.
When the day came to have her put down, I stood at the table petting and talking to her. As I stroked her fur, she started to go. But before she went, she leaned her little head over and gave me a “kiss” on the nose as if to comfort me. She then laid her head down and was gone.
It broke my heart to say goodbye but I knew we made the right decision for her. She was with me for 14 years and she was very special. I will always remember that last little “kiss” from my little girl. Our pets are with us for a short time and I know that we all cherish every day we have with them.
Taking a quick nap
Scotties just seem to know how to expand into any space on the bed and take it over completely.
Chelsea liked to sleep under the covers and curl right into your stomach. God forbid if you moved. She would march right up in your face and give you a look that said “Stay still! I am trying to sleep here.”
Angus liked to sleep with his back right up against your back. This was like sleeping against a brick wall. Unfortunately, he slept with his bum toward your head so if he farted you were a goner. He usually moved into this position after you were asleep so you could be totally unaware until the fart hit you.
Angus once jumped on the bed and stepped on a sleeping Chelsea. She came charging out from under the covers and let him have it. He did not know what hit him. After that, he would walk very slowly on the bed and step lightly.
Abby just jumps on the bed and drops where she lands. Usually this is right on my side of the bed. I get her to move but it is like moving a teenager. She will move a little bit and look at me with what I imagine is a “What!?! I moved” expression.
It would be easier to not let them on the bed in the first place but well, they enjoy it and so do I. But the farts…..
Cute article from London’s Daily Telegraph about Basil the man about town:
Being the charmer he is, Bas has a few girlfriends around the block, including a little lady called Miss Muffles, to whom he once showed his affection by taking a wee across her hind legs. Together they make a handsome pair, until you realise that Basil perhaps has fewer brain cells.