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Congratulations, Sadie and Gabriel.
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Thank you very much if you’ve contacted me because you were worried. I understand. I always get worried when my favourite bloggers disappear.
I apologize for not letting you know. It’s just that I didn’t plan to disappear. And then, all of a sudden, I realized how much I was enjoying my unplanned break.
The Scottie News will be back. It’s just a matter of when.
Please leave any comments, major breaking Scottish Terrier News, problems, complaints, anything in the comments, or e-mail.
And, again, sorry for going dark without notice.
Ann
Harry, the smelly old West Highland Terrier, is back. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry:
Harry’s allergies have made his hair fall out and his skin turn black in spots. He’s old — we’re not sure how old, as we picked him up from a shelter years ago when he was already over the canine hill. The only time he gets up anymore is to rub his rear end on the carpet. I’d stop him, but it’s the only pleasure he has left in life.
For the longest time, Grandma was just coming by to take Harry for a walk around the neighborhood. She’d stop by every morning, jingle the leash, and Harry, who hates exercise, would shrink in his doggie bed, trying to look invisible. Grandma, who likes exercise and who doesn’t take “no” for an answer, would march over, hook him up and drag him out the door. Literally.
Some mornings, Harry would just roll on his side and refuse to cooperate, and Grandma had to pull so hard I thought his little head would pop off and roll across the carpet.
Read more about Harry.
Sheryl in Singapore wants to know if anyone has any tips on where she can find a Wheaten Scottie. She writes:
Your scottish terrier website is absolutely wonderful and really pays tribute to scottie dogs and their lovely owners everywhere.
My scottie and I hail all the way from sunny Singapore and we enjoy the website immensely.
We’re currently considering getting a wheaten scottie as well but scottie breeders and owners seem to be quite rare in Singapore! If you could put a little shout-out on your website for scottie owners in Singapore to email me, it would be really great.
Anyway, here are some photos of my 4-year old black beauty, Abbey. It would be a real treat if you could feature her on the site too! Abbey was re-homed into our family in Feb this year. I doubt if you can tell from these photos but Abbey arrived to us in terrible condition – her hair was falling out in big bunches, she was grossly overweight, and in desperate need of 2 baths and a haircut.
Yes, that really is Abbey above. Looks like Sheryl should consider running some type of rehab clinic. Here’s her address if you know anything about the availability of wheaten Scotties in southeast Asia or if you need a good dog spa: chere_remy@hotmail.com
“His name was Mr. Scot. He was a very small, black Scottish terrier who found us 6 months ago. Yesterday, I held him close, his tiny little body all wrapped up in a soft blanket while our veterinarian injected him with the lethal solution that would bring his fragile life to a close. I miss him. I really miss him. He was only with us a short time and I feel his loss, keep looking for him and finding yet again another layer of tears falling down my cheeks. I expect to feel this deeply, and have, at the death of a dog I’ve lived with for years–this has caught me by surprise…”
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“Mr. Scot was a mass of matted, dirty black hair that hung over his eyes and touched the ground. I fed the little guy and made him a place to sleep in the garage while Dan drove the terrified rat to his liberation into the county. Once inside and away from fresh air I got a noseful of this unkempt mess of a dog. I’ll never forget exactly how badly he smelled.
“The next day we discovered he had no collar, no microchip, nothing posted online or locally . . . a homeless, filthy dog. Dan wanted me to take him to the animal shelter that very day. I agreed, and added that no matter what–he needed to get cleaned up. He was too matted and dirty for me to do any good–he needed professional services. A groomer in town could take him that very day. When I dropped him off she said, ‘I’ll make him look like a Scottish Terrier again…’
Hours later when I picked him up I was stunned.”
Read the whole story.