For several weeks, there has been a plastic protractor sitting on our coffee table in the living room.  Wen has been using it to measure angles for a puzzle that she has been working on and she has kept it on top of a book that is lying on the table.

The protractor has never seemed very fascinating to us Scotties.  In fact, we have totally ignored it until one day last week, when Wen was outside watering the grass.  When she came back in, she had a little surprise:  the protractor had been crunched into a million little pieces of plastic that were scattered all over the floor.  It was obvious that Sadie had struck again with her destructive behavior and this time, she had come up with an especially interesting angle in order to nab the protractor and chew it up!

Once again, it’s summertime summertime sum sum summertime and the weather has been hot.  What goes well with hot weather?  A nice refreshing drink, so I decided to set up my own lemonade stand.  Anybody need a nice cold drink?

There seem to be dogs everywhere you look and there are all different shapes and kinds of dogs.  My personal favorites, other than Scotties, of course, are dogs that are associated with food, such as hot dogs, corn dogs, and pretzel dogs.  I bet all of those dogs would really taste good and hit the spot, but then we Scotties don’t exactly have the opportunity to eat “people” food.  We just get to enjoy the mouth-watering smells, but I know for a fact that I could wolf down a hot dog in nothing flat if I had the chance.  Until then, I evidently get to enjoy a different kind of dog and it’s one that I have never seen before:  a banana dog???!

Whenever all of us Scotties are standing by the patio door, it can only mean one thing.  We need to go outside and the sooner that door opens, the better, because one of us qualifies as a senior citizen.  No kidding, we’re not hinting, we mean business, because we have to do our business!

Here’s our original poem for whenever this situation occurs and we like to call it “Risky Business.”

One Scottie, two Scotties, three Scotties, four.  All of us standing by the patio door.

One Scottie, two Scotties, three and one more.  If you don’t let us out, you risk a puddle on the floor!!

 

 

 

 

Happy Father’s Day to all of our dads!  We appreciate your love and support!  You’re the best, Dad and this day’s for you!

So there was a little unauthorized feasting going on in our living room the other day.  Wen was watching TV and snacking on some pretzels and when she went outside to do yard work, she didn’t think to grab the bag of pretzels and put it away, so there it was, sitting on a table next to the couch.

About two hours went by and when Wen came back inside, the first thing that she noticed was an empty pretzel bag on the living room floor.  Luckily, the pretzels were non-salted and there had been only about half of the bag left, but that bag had been licked clean.

There was not much that Wen could do at that point but hope for no ill effects, so she fed us Scotties and of course, we all ate as per usual.  Then, Sadie made the mistake of jumping up on the couch next to Wen and when she yawned, what did Wen smell?  Pretzel breath!  Uh-oh….

Just a friendly reminder that heartworm preventative for dogs is extremely important.  There are many effective heartworm preventatives available from veterinarians, including daily and monthly tablets and chewables and monthly topicals.

Since an infected mosquito bite can allow heartworms to enter a dog’s bloodstream and the mature heartworms can clog a heart, make it work harder, and can lead to heart failure, the importance of giving heartworm preventative to protect dogs from those dangerous and dastardly mosquitoes should not be ignored!

Prevention is easy, compared to the expense of treating a dog for heartworms, which can be hard on a dog, so please remember to protect your canine buddies with the heartworm preventative recommended for your dogs by your veterinarian.  Better to be safe than sorry!

Once upon a time, Wen gave us Scotties the neatest plush donut toy.  She put it on the floor and I grabbed the donut and chomped on it and it made a really loud squeak.  I tossed the donut and caught it and I whirled around as I bit it over and over to make it squeak.  I liked the toy so much that I gave a warning growl if any of my sisters got near it. Never had I ever had so much fun playing with a toy.  That donut was just the best thing ever and I ran around squeaking it incessantly, which was highly unusual for me.

Finally, I left the donut on the floor and went to get a drink of water and when I came back to grab the toy, Sadie had nabbed it and she had already chewed holes in it, destroyed the squeaker, and Wen had to put it in the trash.  What had been the best day had all of a sudden become a sad day for me and what was left of the donut toy.  I can only hope that Wen realized how much fun I was having with the toy and that some day, she will bring another donut home.  Until then, we’re sadly the no donut zone.

Last week, Wen took my sister, Sadie, to the Rocky Mountain Scottish Terrier Club annual picnic.  Sadie seems to like meeting people and she gets along really well with other dogs, so she was the obvious dog for Wen to to take to the picnic.

There were lots of Scotties running around the hosts’ property and it was an ideal place for the dogs to chase each other and go exploring, with a pasture adjacent to their huge yard.

After several hours of great food, good conversation, and the Scotties providing free entertainment with their antics, Wen brought Sadie home, where a little black dog immediately crashed on the couch for the night.  From the looks of Sadie snoozing away, she must have had an overload of fun and exercise.  In other words, she had a really great time at the picnic!

ZZZZZ….Now that was what I call a fun banana boat adventure!  ZZZZZ….Can’t wait for the next one…. ZZZZZZZZZ