Years ago, Corky, Wen’s spunkiest Scottie ever, had a thing about towels.  Whenever she had to sit in a cage at the groomer or at the clinic where Wen worked and someone put a towel in the cage for her to sit on, chances were good that the towel would end up at least partially shredded by a determined little wheaten Scottie.  Presto change-o:  what was once a towel, was suddenly a pile of shredded fabric!

Sometimes, towels are hung over the front of cages when the dogs in them are overly excited and bark too much.  Not having a view of whatever is so stimulating seems to have a calming effect.  Corky, on the other hand, did not appreciate having a towel hanging in front of her, obstructing her view, so she would first paw at the towel, pushing it to the side, until she created a peephole.  Then she would grab onto the towel with her teeth and tug and pull it between the cage bars into the cage with her.  The next thing you knew, presto change-o:  the towel covering Corky’s cage had disappeared into the cage!

In her own way, Corky was a Houdini dog, expressing her opinions about towels by performing her sneaky tricks.  It didn’t take too many towel episodes to convince everyone not to hang a towel over her cage or put a towel in a cage with her, because Houdini Corky was always ready to perform her act!

 

We Scotties had a grooming appointment the other day and as per usual, three of us Scotties rode in crates in the car and one lucky Scottie got to ride shotgun.  Wen normally chooses Sunny to ride shotgun, because she tends to become anxious when she rides in a crate and Sunny will start whining very loudly.

This time, Sunny enjoyed the 45 minute ride to Gigi’s Groom & Board since she could look out the windows and we had a whine-free trip.  Hours later though, when we were loading up to go home after our appointment, Wen put the three girls in the crates and I got to ride shotgun!  Yay, I loved looking out the windows!  Car rides are my favorite and riding shotgun made an ordinary car ride an epic car ride (at least for me)!

 

Yesterday was Cinco de Mayo and we couldn’t let it go by without a little celebrating.  The drinks flowed (ice water in margarita glasses for us Scotties) and I provided the entertainment with a Cielito Lindo sing-a-long.  “Ay, ay, ay, ay….”

Hee hee!  I guess that now I’m a repeat offender, because as of yesterday, I’ve been busted twice for the same thing.

Wen was gathering trash from all of the trash cans around the house to put in the big trash bin for trash collection day and she happened to notice that the cabinet door was open next to where the waste basket lives under the bathroom counter and there was something unusual on the bathroom floor.  I didn’t think that it was unusual when I dragged a few used paper towels and what was left of a bar of soap onto the floor.  I thought it was snack time, but Wen made the fastest grab ever and all of the goodies ended up in the big trash bag that she was holding and then she emptied the waste basket too.

Unfortunately, the evidence was incriminating and the shredded paper towels and piece of soap with the teeth marks did me in.  Oh, well, at least I got to enjoy my illegal snack time for a few seconds and I didn’t get a lecture this time.  Maybe it helped having my three Scottie sisters as character witness, but on second thought, probably not!

All dogs follow their noses around, but we Scotties have been blessed with especially prominent noses.  In the nose department, we are a breed that excels, and we are always looking for a nice comfortable place on which we can rest our big honkers.

In our house, the throw pillows on the couch are the preferred comfy spots for nose resting and since there are four of us Scotties,  a vacant pillow is a bonus!  Our noses know how to sniff out the best nose rests, so anyone who thinks that they are going to relax on the couch pillows better think fast and stake their claim before the Scottie noses have settled in on all the good spots.  Noses R Us and you snooze, you lose!

What was sitting in a dish on an end table in our living room, just begging for a Scottie to swipe it?  A Twinkie wrapper!  Unfortunately, the Twinkie was missing, but there were some yummy remnants on the wrapper.

We Scotties waited for Wen to leave the room and then Sadie went in for the kill and nabbed the wrapper.  Sunny was hot on her tail and she caught up with Sadie and grabbed onto the wrapper, which tore in half so that both of them had a piece to hew on.

In a matter of seconds, Wen showed up and as soon as she saw Sadie and Sunny chewing like crazy, she snatched the wrapper pieces away before they could swallow them and threw the pieces in the trash.  So ended the Twinkie wrapper caper, but two lucky Scotties got a few good licks and chews in before it abruptly ended.

 

Whoever thought that dogs don’t have much personality never met my sister, Sunny.  She has more facial expressions than the rest of us Scotties put together and can she ever roll her eyes.  Sunny communicates non-verbally with her eye rolling and she can give you the side eye like a pro.

Maybe it’s because she is quite a bit older and wiser than the rest of us Scotties and she has experienced a lot more, but Sunny can make a point with just one look, which is quite a special talent.  Just think if she could talk……look out!

Years ago, when Wen and her husband brought home their first Scottie puppy, they couldn’t anticipate the tragedy that would occur.  Their little Duffy was born with a congenital heart defect and they would sadly lose him as a puppy in only a few short months.  It was a devastating loss and Wen had never been so sad in her whole life, because Duffy had been the puppy she had always wanted.

Three months went by and Wen’s husband finally agreed to go look at another litter of Scottie puppies.  It was a litter of seven puppies and although a couple of the puppies were already spoken for, a male puppy stole their hearts and they took him home.  Little did they know, that their new puppy, who they named “Casey,” would become their best friend ever and Wen’s favorite dog for decades.

Sometimes, when a door closes, a window opens and a new opportunity presents itself.  If little Duffy hadn’t been born with a heart defect, Wen and her husband would not have brought Casey home and Wen wouldn’t have had who she considered the best dog ever for twelve amazing years.

Okay, I’m ready!  Isn’t it about time to go on vacation?  Come on, I can’t remember the last time that we traveled somewhere new and interesting, so it must be time.  I’m a good traveler and I’m flexible—I’ll like wherever we go!  My bags are packed and I’m up for fun times.   Did I say that I’m ready?

Okay, I’m ready!