I may not be the perfect little angel that my sister, Sadie, is when Wen takes her visiting at the nursing home, but I do pretty well. My problem is that I like to nose around and go exploring, so Wen has to keep me on a short leash so that I don’t get into trouble.
On a recent visit, I did receive some very nice compliments from nursing home staff members and some residents who were eager to pet me, but my main issue was that several people called me a “Schnauzer!” What?!!!
Wen was quick to inform the people that I was a Scottie. I suppose that when people see a dog with a beard, they may think of a Schnauzer first and maybe my wheaten haircoat throws them off, because lots of people think that all Scotties are black.
One thing is for sure though: I’m a Scottie and don’t you forget it!
I’m a Scottie!
