Twelve years ago on this day, I was a 10-week old puppy and my breeder put me on a plane in Dayton, Ohio, to fly to my new home in Denver. Wen met me at the United cargo building at DIA (Denver International Airport) and took me home where my new brother and sister, Kirby and Sunny were waiting to welcome me.
My welcoming committee had recently lost their sister, Frosty Froofers to brain tumors and it was a shock to them to welcome a little puppy, but they treated me well and they soon adjusted to having non-stop puppy antics to deal with. Honestly, I lucked out. I couldn’t have joined a better Scottie family!
Kirby and Sunny
