Year in Review: Heather & Mr. K's 2012

As the year comes to a close, it is only customary that we look back on Heather and Mr. K's most eventful year yet and share some of the memorable moments, particularly for the months when wasn't yet created. What are your favorite Heather and Mr. K moments of 2012?

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January 2012 - We moved into our new home in Buckhead Atlanta. It was strange being so high up at first but it didn't take long for Mr. K to feel comfortable enough to "chase" the moving cars below.

February 2012 - Mr. K and Scottie Mom rediscover the piano together. The piano's new location made it easy for Mr. K to play the instrument anytime he wants.

March 6, 2012 - A date this Scottie Mom will never forget. After my first day on the new job, I came home to find a very ill Mr. K. Within minutes, he couldn't walk and began convulsing. We rushed him to the hospital. By the time we got him there, he barely had a pulse. To this day, none of the vets we have visited have been able to tell me what went wrong or give us a definitive diagnosis. Read more about Mr. K's brush with death here.

024April 2012 - We celebrate Heather and Mr. K's "gotchya days!" Mr. K, now fully recovered from his health scare, was rescued April 17, 2010. Heather was rescued around the same time a year later. April 2012 was the first year I did not have the opportunity to rescue a Scottie in honor of my birthday. Perhaps April 2013 will bring one?

May 2012 - Scottie Mom helps Heather and Mr. K's aunt with an idea for her muttastic photography. (A number of the pawesome photos you see here on the blog are courtesy of Heather and Mr. K's skillful aunt.) During the process, Scottie Mom came up with an idea to create a site of her own that might provide insight on Mr. K's health issue. And so, the idea for was born.

June 2012 - Just three months after the day Mr. K got sick, we suspect Heather is sick. Her only symptoms are frequent urination and lethargy so we suspect a bladder infection. After running a few tests, vets have no clue what's going on but the illness seems to be similar in nature to what Mr. K experienced and Heather is hospitalized. Read the details of Heather's ongoing struggle to keep those liver values down in The Mystery Illness Returns.

022aJuly 2012 - The first post was published! Plus, Mr. K celebrates the Fourth of July by swimming in Scottie Grandmadre's pool! He absolutely loves the water but cannot swim for the life of him so his aunt helped him enjoy an afternoon in the pool. To watch the video of Mr. K becoming a super swimming Scottie, click here.

August 2012 - Project: International Scottie Love was launched. To date, we've had 90 photos of Scotties from 10 countries and 22 states across the United States submitted!

September 2012 - Heather falls for Scottie Dad's best friend and receives her first kiss!

October 2012 - Happy Birthday, Heather and Mr. K! We celebrated the lives of these two Scotties with a special pawty this year. Later that month, Heather and Mr. K dressed up as their alter egos: Heather the Lion Queen and Mr. K the strapping, young Penguin.

November 2012 - Mr. K elects himself president and launches a Scottie PR campaign in order to bolster the Scottish Terrier reputation and regain the ranks of the American Kennel Club's most popular breed listing. After all, Scotties have lived in the White House more times than any other breed so why not have one who’s actually president?!

DSC04038December 2012 - Scottie Dad asks Heather, Mr. K and Scottie Mom to be a part of his life forever in this very Scottie proposal! Best Christmas present ever!!

Also, a special shout out to Kyla Scott, Zena, Midy Voelker (and Hootie!), Dougall and Sharon for being some of Heather and Mr. K's biggest fans. Together, you've commented over 180 times on their stories! Much Scottie love goes out to you from Scottie Mom and family!

Keepers of the Sky


For a Scottie, having a yard to patrol is very important. While Heather and Mr. K haven't been able to experience the luxury of having one of their own (YET!), they have been able to maintain their Scottie Security responsibilities and even take them to new heights. Literally. Over the last year, Heather and Mr. K have expanded their Scottie Security protection beyond the Scottie Mom household to extend it to all of Buckhead Atlanta. Every morning and most evenings, they can be seen from our highrise balcony keeping watch over the lands below. Mr. K likes to keep his eye on the automotive traffic, ears perking up everytime someone beeps their horn. Heather, on the other hand, likes to watch over the pedestrians and wags her tail when she sees someone being "green" by walking to and from work.

Together, these two Scots keep Buckhead safe and not an inch of land within their sight goes unnoticed. When all seems right with the world and their protective eyes have tired, Heather and Mr. K come back into the condo and collect their payment (a treat) for a good day's work. Then, they rest and cuddle up with Scottie Mom and Dad on the couch for some TV before bed knowing that when they wake up in the morning, they have a very busy world to protect all over again!

Out of Fashion: Scotties?

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This morning, I came across an article on PawNation: "12 Out of Fashion Dog Breeds." Somehow, I knew our beloved breed would get a mention. Sure enough (and much to my disappointment), No. 3 of the 12 was the Scottish Terrier. While our Scotties do get a nod as "one of the most iconic breeds in the history of dogs" in this article, I had to wonder: does a Scottie really belong on this list? And have we, as Scottie Moms and Dads, become (dare I say it?) old-school?

Ok, let's review what we know. There can be no denying our beloved breed is slipping the ranks of the American Kennel Club popularity list. (See my last post on this topic - "Top 10 Reasons to Love Scotties" - for specific rankings.) However, just because a Scottie dog is not a common household pet does not mean the breed has gone "out of fashion." You don't often see items of Prada, VersaceGucci or Fendi being carried around by just anyone and yet, no one would dare say any of these are out of style. In fact, that's what makes these brands all the more appealing to the public: the fact that they are so elite, few people possess items designed by them.

While I can't say Scotties would lose value if they did become common place and nearly every household had one (in fact, I feel many lives would be greatly enriched if they were), I can say that something may be lost. I think it is safe to say that Scottie owners now are fierce: fiercely loyal, fiercely independent, fiercely loving and even protective. These qualities are reciprocated in the Scottie breed itself. If Scottish Terriers were to become common place, I do fear for our beloved breed's well-being as the general public has proven to be very fickle in its love for furry friends. Take a look at our friends the Chihuahuas, made famous by the likes of Paris Hilton, Taco Bell and reality shows. Still a relatively popular pup today and yet, look how many can be found at shelters or worse. We already have a significant number of Scotties in rescues and looking for homes. Can you imagine how that number would grow?

In the above-mentioned article, the author writes, "check out 12 breeds that are currently 'out of fashion,' but surely deserve a comeback." I argue this: the Scottie hasn't gone anywhere and won't be for a very long time. The Scottish Terrier is a timeless classic, not today's trend-of-the-moment. They may be rare, as are their owners, but they are all the more precious because of it. And while we Scottie Moms and Dads have a little work to do in modernizing the overall perception of our beloved breed (especially when it comes to producing and promoting items that adequately portray our iconic breed and ditching the kitchy ones!), the Scottish Terrier itself is very much in fashion...don't believe me? Obviously, you haven't met my Heather or Mr. K...!

A Visit to Christmastown, USA


Heather and Mr. K aren't quite ready to let go of the holidays just yet. Tonight, we dressed in our best, packed in the car and headed up the road to McAdenville, North Carolina - also known across the country as Christmastown, USA - to check out the holiday displays and take some photos to commemorate the season. Miss Heather certainly was the belle of the ball in her beautiful black and red dress, winning over nearly everyone that walked by us. Together, the two Christmas Scotties spread a little extra holiday cheer to the gathering crowds before the night was over and we left knowing Heather and Mr. K possibly had the best holiday season yet, full of surprises, treats, Scottie caroling and lots of hooman snuggles. (Plus, extra walkies!) All of us in the Scottie Mom household hope each of our Scottie friends and fans had a wonderful holiday! Feel free to share photos of your holiday adventures on the Scottie Mom facebook page.

Grandmadre Got Run Over by a Scottie

Grandmadre got run over by a Scottie
Serving dinner at her house Christmas Eve
You can say there's no such thing as evil cats
But as for Mr. K now, he believes.

It started with a loud MEOW
Right outside the bedroom door
Mr. K scratched and scratched until somebody came
But once that door was open, Mr. K was gone.

Grandmadre got run over by a Scottie
Serving dinner at her house Christmas Eve
You can say there's no such thing as evil cats
But as for Mr. K now, he believes.

Down the stairs Mr. K did run
Trying to catch that evil, old cat
Instead he ran into Grandmadre
And in an instant, the food went SPLAT!

Grandmadre got run over by a Scottie
Serving dinner at her house Christmas Eve
You can say there's no such thing as evil cats
But as for Mr. K now, he believes.

Now, the fun was really over
And Mr. K was sent to bed
But as we carried him up the stairs
Guess who turned the corner and MEOWed again?

Grandmadre got run over by a Scottie
Serving dinner at her house Christmas Eve
You can say there's no such thing as evil cats
But as for Mr. K now, he believes.

Here Comes Scottie Claus

Mr. and Ms. Scottie Claus

Here comes Scottie Claus. Here comes Scottie Claus.
Running down Scottie Mom Lane.
Look at all the Scottie dogs and all the other furry friends pulling on their leash.
Squeaker toys squeaking, Scotties ArRRrOo-ing, oh how merry and bright!
Hang your stockings and say your ArRRrOo's 'cuz Scottie Claus comes tonight.

Here comes Scottie Claus. Here comes Scottie Claus.
Running down Scottie Mom Lane.
He's got a bag filled with undestructible toys for Scottie boys and girls.
Hear those festive collars jingle jangle. What a beautiful sight!
Jump in your Scottie bed and cover up your head 'cuz Scottie Claus comes tonight!

Here comes Scottie Claus. Here comes Scottie Claus.
Running down Scottie Mom Lane.
He doesn't care if you're a rich or poor Scot. He loves you just the same.
Scottie Claus knows that we're Scottie Mom children - that makes everything right.
Fill your hearts with Christmas cheer 'cuz Scottie Claus comes tonight!

Here comes Scottie Claus. Here comes Scottie Claus.
Running down Scottie Mom Lane.
He’ll come around when the Scotties sound…it’s Christmas 'morn again.
Peace on earth will come to all if we adopt furry friends in need.

Let's give thanks to Scottie Moms and Dads 'cuz Scottie Claus comes tonight!

The Scottie Mom Wish List


Don't know what to get that special Scottie Mom in your life this holiday season? Look no further! Heather and Mr. K helped me compile a list of things they think any Scottie Mom would love to receive as a gift this Christmas.

7. Scottie Dog iPhone Case. Relatively inexpensive and oh-so-practical. Plus, there are tons of designs to choose from. The Scottie Mom on the go will smile every time she looks down at her phone as she's reminded of her beloved Scottie(s) at home! Try CafePress or Zazzle to start.

6. A stocking full of Scottie! Find the smaller Scottie items like Scottie novelty soap bars, Walker's Scottie Dog Shortbread, Scottie wallets, etc., wrap them up and place them in a Scottie stocking.

5. The Illuminated Steel Frame Scottie Dog Sculpture. For the Scottie Mom who's not afraid to show off her glowing love of the breed publicly by adding this sweet decoration to her outdoor holiday lights display.

4. Scottie Dog iPad cover for the technology-savvy Scottie Mom. Check out this fun one designed by Coach.

3. Comfy, cozy Scottie pajamas. You can find these just about anywhere but Macy's as a fair selection currently on sale for $38. (If you pick the right colors, you can find matching Scottie slippers to go with the pajama set there, too!)

2. A customized photo album. Filled with photos of her one true love: Scotties! Better yet, support a local photographer in your area and surprise Scottie Mom with prints from the session.

1. Another rescue Scottie. The ultimate gift you can give a Scottie Mom (or a Scottie Mom-to-Be)! You'll not only be giving a Scottie in need the gift of a happy home but you'll be enriching your own life by opening your home to a little extra Scottie Love.

P.S. Don't think we forgot about you, Scottie Dads. Check out these vintage Scottie dog cufflinks!

Got other gift ideas you think fellow Scottie Moms should know about? Tell us about them in the comment box below. Happy Holidays!

The [Scottie] Christmas Song

The holiday fever has hit this Scottie Mom household. Tonight, I came home to find Mr. K practicing his carols and sporting his very best holiday tie. Here's what I heard him singing:

All through the year we've waited, waited through spring and fall to hear ArRRrOo's rooing, see winter time snow to bury our noses in for fun! Fresh-baked treats roasting over an open fire, the smell of yumminess at your nose. ArRRrOo's being howled by a choir and Scots dressed up in funny clothes. Every Scottie knows, a turkey and some hooman kisses help to make the season bright. Tiny Scots with their eyes all a-glow, will find it hard to sleep tonight. They know that Santa Scottie's on his way. He's loaded lots of squeaky toys and treats on his sleigh. And every Scottie Mom's child is gonna spy to see if Heather the reindeer really knows how to fly!

And so, I'm offering this simple phrase to Scotties from all across the world. Though it's been said many times, many ways: Merry Scottie Christmas to you! Love and ArRRrOo's come to you and to you a great Christmas, too! And may Scottie Moms give you toys to last you through a happy new year! Love and ArRRrOo's come to you and to you a great Christmas, too! And may Scottie Moms give you toys to last you through a happy new...YEAR!

Scottie Bling-Bling


Christmas came early in this Scottie Mom household! Scottie Dad and these cuties rendered Scottie Mom speechless when they unveiled a beautiful Tacori engagement ring as part of a very Scottie proposal. Of course, this Scottie Mom said yes. Who wouldn't with such a thoughtful Scottie Dad and irresistably adorable Scottie kids?!

A Scottie Proposal


I open the door. I hear a jing-jing-jingling and little claws tapping on the floor. The lights are dimmed down. Here comes Mr. K running my way donning an elf costume. He's all smiles. Right behind him is my beautiful girl Heather, dressed as Mrs. Scottie Claus and looking so precious in her red dress. My heart melts. How did Scottie Dad manage to get them both dressed up without me? Regardless, this was the best welcome home present ever!

I step into the living room. Scottie Dad's decorated the place for the holidays, complete with a beautiful little tree with artificial berries and pine cones. There are Scottie gift bags and boxes everywhere. Did Christmas come early? The tree is adorned with little Scottie tokens, each with their own message. Scottie Dad tells me to take them down, one by one, and see what the message says. It's a sweet love poem. He flips the notes over. There's another message on the back. It says, "Your present is under the tree." I look under the tree and see a large Scottie box. I open it. Inside is a small Scottie bag. I dig into it and find a tiny, red stocking...tied together with a Scottie pin. That's odd. Why is the stocking ripped? And why does it need a pin to hold it together?

Scottie Dad says, "Stop. Now, look up." He takes the torn, red stocking from my hand and I look up. There are bright lights behind the blinds. Could they be in a shape of a Scottie, too? He raises the blinds. Nope - the lights spell out something. A very special something. It takes me a minute to realize what it says and before I know it, Scottie Dad is on one knee pulling out a royal blue box from the tiny red stocking. I don't think I even saw the ring before I answered his question and hugged him. Who wouldn't want to spend the rest of her life with someone like Scottie Dad?!

As Scottie Dad and I settled in, he began to tell me the details of his Scottie proposal planning. Turns out, he originally enlisted Mr. K's help to deliver the ring in its cute little stocking to yours truly as I walked through the door. Naturally, Mr. K misunderstood his role and took the little, red stocking for ride once it was tied to his collar. Obviously, Scottie Dad had given him a new toy so why not defeat it? (Or so asks the wise Scottie!) And that, my friends, is how we ended up with a torn stocking in Scottie Dad's very Scottie proposal, version 2.0. Well done, Scottie Dad and kids! You made this homecoming the best yet...and possibly ever!

They come a-bounding

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Five days. Four nights. That’s how long this Scottie Mom has been without my precious pups. As I travel home, I’m reminded of my favorite part of the ordinary work day: coming home and having two overly excited Scotties there, greeting me at the door. One on his hind legs with his front paws flailing up in the air, the other running ahead of me, looking back as if to say, “Hurry! Hurry now, Scottie Mom – over here! I need a back scratchin’ and I better get your very first pet!”

It’s been months, perhaps even a year or more, since I last traveled without my Scotties by my side. I briefly thought of bringing Heather and Mr. K on a long car ride up north but decided that as much as I’d love to photograph my Scottie kids in the hometown I grew up in, 18 hours in a car was just too much for my precious pups to handle at any given time and we didn’t have much time to take the journey in smaller strides. And so, I boarded a plane, left Scottie Dad and the kids at home and headed to the great state of Rhode Island to pay my last respects to Heather and Mr. K’s Scottie Great Grandmadre.

Thinking of how Heather and Mr. K ordinarily greet me at the end of each and every work day, I can only imagine what tonight will have in store as I open the doors to the apartment. A back flip, maybe? A once-in-a-lifetime giant Scottie leap from the floor all the way into my arms? Or better yet, a Scottie Dad rule reversal granting Heather and Mr. K unrestricted access to the hooman bed in celebration of the holiday season? Time can only tell. One thing’s for sure: one small turn of the key in the front door and they’ll come a-bounding!

Dear Scottie Great-Grandmadre


Dear Scottie Great-Grandmadre,

Heather here. I don't know who you are and I'm pretty sure you never even knew my Scottie Mom - your granddaughter - adopted me and my silly brother Mr. K. Lately, though, I've heard a lot about you. At first, I heard you were sick like me and Mr. K were earlier this year. I heard you went to the hooman doctor just last week and they found a mysterious infection. Mr. K and I hate those mystery illnesses...especially when they're equally hard to cure. I'm pretty sure Scottie Mom doesn't like them, either. You never know when they're going to strike. I hope you weren't poked and prodded like we were when we were sick. Anyway, I've noticed my Scottie Mom has been taking a lot of calls about you lately, more and more as the days went by. Until today, when they suddenly stopped. That's when I realized something was wrong.

I found Scottie Mom sitting on the couch this morning on the phone with my Scottie Grandmadre. When she put down the phone, she didn't look at me or even send a smile my way. I started up my best helicopter tail. Slowly at first but fast enough to make her notice and once I did catch Scottie Mom's glance, I took my chance to walk on over and nudge my head against her legs until she reached down and offered me some pats on the back and a chin scratch. That's when she picked me up and put me in her lap. I'm not much of a lap dog like my brother, but I know when a good hooman needs my undevoted attention, so I sat down, looked up at Scottie Mom and flashed her my pearly whites. It worked! She smiled back and gave me a kiss. Still, it was filled with sadness and I soon learned that you went on to cross the hooman rainbow bridge.

We never had a chance to meet but I'm sure I would've liked you and you would have liked me, too. (Eventually.) Everyone does. Scottie Mom says it is a gift I have that draws everyone to like me, whether or not they consider themselves a "dog person." I think that's why I'm so good at making hoomans feel better when they're blue. And while I'm not exactly sure where you are now, I can promise you that I'll be looking after my own hoomans in case you can't. Take care, my Scottie Great-Grandmadre. Know my Scottie Mom misses you and I look forward to meeting you and all my Scottie friends who have passed many years down the road from now. ArRRoOo!

Attack of the Air Mattress

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It started with a WHOOSH. My ears perk up. What was that? I turn left, nothing. Just Heather sitting in my bed. I turn right. Just Scottie Mom sitting on the floor. She looks at me and reaches over to pet me as if nothing happened. Just when I meet her glance, I hear it again. WHOOSH! Then, I see it. Scottie Dad's friend is behind it, trying to take the evil WHOOSHer down. He pushes and pushes but the thing is relentless. It WHOOSHES at my Scottie Mom, then at me. I must protect these hoomans. I bark. It WHOOSHES. I growl. It WHOOSHES. That's it! Now, the evil WHOOSHer is mocking me. I crouch down and show off my ferocious teeth. Scottie Dad's friend is no match for this WHOOSHer. He keeps pushing down on the WHOOSHer but it lives on.  This is a job only a Scottie can handle. It WHOOSHES again. I take off, bounding toward it - barking and growling the short way there.

The noise stops. I see Scottie Dad's friend back off. Oh, no! Doesn't he realize what will happen? I'm here to help him defeat the evil WHOOSHer, not defend hoomanity on my own. If he lets go, I'm vulnerable to an attack. Sure enough, it moves toward me. I bark letting it know I'm not afraid but I back off, far into a corner. I may be brave but I'm not stupid. These hoomans don't know what the evil WHOOSHer is capable of. It WHOOSHES at me again. I charge. It moves toward me again. Why doesn't Scottie Dad's friend have a good hold on it anymore? I back up. The WHOOSHer turns toward me and WHOOSHES again. And again. Time to activate my super Scottie powers. My back legs push with all their might and within a second I've caught the evil WHOOSHer by surprise. I rip off its snout. Now, Scottie Dad's friend springs into action. He exclaims and reaches for the snout as I thrash it from side to side, making sure it is good and dead. How dare Scottie Dad's friend try to take credit for ripping off the snout of the evil WHOOSHer that can WHOOSH no more?

Scottie Mom comes closer, pets me and takes the snout from me. Good. She'll dispose of the evil remains. Wait. NO! She hands it to Scottie Dad's friend. What is she doing? Does she not realize I just saved everyone's life? She and Scottie Dad's friend are laughing. He takes the snout and...unbelievable! He's putting it back on the evil WHOOSHer! I cannot let it come back to life. Just as I charge, I realize my feet are moving, but are no longer on the ground. Hands are picking me up. Does the evil WHOOSHer have an accomplice? No, it's Scottie Mom. She holds me in her lap. Well, at least I can protect her from here. Sure enough, the WHOOSHer starts up again but Scottie Dad's got a better hold on it. Why didn't he just leave it dead? He pushes down again and again, crushing his opponent.  It WHOOSHES and WHOOSHES until finally, it WHOOSHES no more. Scottie Dad's friend rolls in up and puts the dead WHOOSHer's body in a box, to be buried somewhere probably. Scottie Mom puts me down. I peruse the living room, checking to be sure not an ounce is left of the WHOOSHer and to watch out for any other traces of evil. All is clear. The hoomans are safe. Now, it's time to score some treats...

Heather the Elf

Like her friend Buddy, Heather the Elf passed through the seven levels of the Candy Cane forest and then through the sea of swirly twirly gum drops on her way from the North Pole to the city of Atlanta. I caught her as she was hurriedly tip-toeing toward her next destination. You see, Heather the Elf keeps tabs on everyone she meets and a quick tail wag alerts Scottie Claus of someone new to add to the NICE list. What are all our canine friends wishing for this Christmas?

The Charleston Scots


This weekend, Scottie Mom and the kids visited friends in Charleston, South Carolina. Hands down, the best part of our trip was bringing Heather and Mr. K to the beach on Sunday morning. Mr. K was absolutely thrilled to jump around in the waves and though Heather wasn't too thrilled to be near the water at all, she was eventually granted an all-access pass to roam the beach on her own due to good behavior. Up and down she would run across the beach...just along the shore but not too close to touch the water. Chasing after Mr. K (who was still running on his leash with Scottie Dad), Heather would then run back into Scottie Mom's arms for a quick hug and some pats on the back before taking off to see Mr. K and Scottie Dad again. Such happiness exuded from the freshly-converted Charleston Scots as we dusted off the sand and headed home!

'Water' Falls

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Scottie Dad's been home for just under four hours. And, as I feared, he beat me home from work tonight. The last time he came home after being gone so long, it was accident after accident for Heather and one very upset Scottie Dad. I hoped from the bottom of my heart that his reappearance wouldn't alarm Heather so much this time around but, much to my dismay, there's been two accidents so far and the night isn't even over yet.

Heather and Scottie Dad used to be best buds - up until the weekend she almost got away and he had to chase her down. They're still pretty close and adorable as ever together, but since that time, she is extra cautious around him, peeing when she gets too scared, too happy, too submissive and even when she's just overly excited around Scottie Dad. We're having trouble making sense of it all, really. Tonight, I came home from dinner with Scottie Dad to find my couch cushion completely soiled...Scottie Dad had just walked the pups three hours earlier (not to mention the wee accident she had on the way out the door)! It's literally been weeks since her last accident but then again, it's literally been weeks that Scottie Dad's been away.

So, fellow Scottie Mom and Dad's, we turn to you. Does your Scottie have these kind of issues? If so, have you figured out ways to prevent them or lessen the number of occurrences? Before Scottie Dad traveled, it seemed simple time and patience were keys to the solution. Now, everytime Scottie Dad comes back, it is as if we are starting the whole trusting process from scratch...over and over. And until we find something to help ease my little girl's anxiety in this situations she's with Scottie Dad, I guess there's only one thing I can say: when it rains, it pours.

Sleepy Scottie

[caption id="attachment_1640" align="aligncenter" width="500"] I'm ready to sleep. What do you mean I can't come in the hooman bed?[/caption]

Savor the moment, my precious pups, as tonight will be your last night to take over the hooman bed for a while. Scottie Dad is finally coming home after having been gone for two weeks and I suspect he won't be pleased to find you in *his* bed when he comes home. It's been fun waking up to your infectious good-morning smiles and happy tail waggings. Personally, I can't think of a better way to be woken up every morning but, for the time being, we'll have to resort to the click-click-clicking of your sweet paws hitting the hardwoods as you walk toward the bedroom door to say hello every morning. Rest assured, we'll have plenty of fun together this weekend in a charming place called Charleston, South Carolina...I hear we may be able to sneak midnight Scottie cuddles there. If not, well, I guess business is just going to have to call on Scottie Dad again soon!

The Red-Nosed Scottie

You know dasher and dancer and prancer and...Heather? That's right, someone's got to help Mr. K - I mean, Scottie Claus - deliver the presents to future Scottie Moms and Dads in need. And who better to do the job than the most famous of them all? The Red-Nosed Scottie, of course! 

Remember, everyone who donates a Scottie item (or two!) to a local boys' or girls' shelter and sends a picture to us will receive a special holiday greeting. You never know who the holiday greeting could be from: The Red-Nosed Scottie, the Scottie Elf or even the good man himself: Scottie Claus!

So, get out there and get into the howl-iday spirit! Find your favorite Scottie item(s) like clothing, stuffed animals or other accessories and donate them to a boys’ and girls’ shelter near you. Or, since human kids aren't the only ones in need, have your human donate to a local rescue!

Every item you donate not only makes a future Scottie Mom or Dad happier but promotes our good Scottie image as well. Take a picture of your Scottie and the items you choose. Then, share it on the Scottie Mom Facebook page or send a note to thescottiemom(at)gmail(dot)com so we know where to send a little extra holiday cheer this year. 'Tis the Season of Scotties!

Scottie Tongue Rolls


Can you roll your tongue? Mr. K can. It's just one of his many hidden talents. See? That's why he's not saying much this BlogPaws' Wordless Wednesday. What other special tricks or hidden talents does your dog have? Happy Wordless Wednesday, friends!

Dear Duffy

[caption id="attachment_1611" align="aligncenter" width="500"] Mr.K says it is always sad to see a Scottie friend go.[/caption]

Today, I am mourning the death of a Scottie I never met: Duffy, of the Modern Scottie Dog blog. Only six years old, the brave pup passed on this weekend after battling cancer. I don't know what it was that affected me so when I read Duffy had passed but I had to reach for the Kleenex box repeatedly. Perhaps it was his young age. Or the horrid disease itself. It could have been because the announcement comes just weeks after another Scottie Mom announced here on this blog the passing of her boy Mac. Perhaps it is all these things combined with the emotional distress left over from Mr. K's near-death experience just nine short months ago...

Whatever the reason, I think we all owe it to Duffy and his Scottie Mom and friends to hold our own Scottie kids tight tonight and give them lots of hugs in Duffy's memory. I've never lost a Scottie but I do remember the night I carried Mr. K into the emergency vet specialists in my arms, having to make the incredibly nerve-wracking decision to let go and trust complete strangers to care for your dog in the same manner in which you would. Then, there was that helpless feeling of knowing there is nothing to do but wait and hope against the odds that come with having a very sick puppy that the cards play out in your favor. It is a dreadful feeling that haunts me to this day, even after Mr. K has recovered and Heather seems to be on her way to a full recovery, too. We came so close to losing him that night and Heather too, months later, if the vet hadn't realized her symptoms were more than just a bladder infection. And yet, the pain lives on.

Dear Duffy - When I think of what a hard year it has been for our family, I can only imagine what those like your Scottie Mom go through in times like this. It is comforting to know you brought her hours upon hours of joy and are resting peacefully now in a better place, filled with treats and back scratchings galore. I hope you were greeted by our other Scottie friends who have passed before you and I know you'll be there to greet the ones yet to come. Do look out for us from time to time and know the Scottie clan here on Earth will do the same for your Scottie Mom. Rest in peace, little guy. Much love from all of us Scottie Moms (and Dads) and the rest of the ArRRoOo crew.

The Case of the Missing Shoe


Scottie Dad warned me it would come to this someday. I refused to believe it. My Scotties love to cause occasional havoc by dragging undergarments out of the laundry bin but they've never taken an interest in shoes, which is great because I often keep an assortment by the front door for convenience's sake...until now. The other day, I came home from work and hooked Heather and Mr. K up on their leashes for their afternoon walk. I stopped at the door to switch out my heels for something a little more comfortable when I notice one of my go-to flats for dog walking is missing. I look up and down the hallway. Not there. I go back to the living room and kitchen. Not there, either. Where could it be?

Not wanting to keep my puppies from their much-anticipated walk any longer, we ventured out of the apartment without attempting to solve the case of the missing shoe. Heather and Mr. K were doing their business when it hit me: could one of my puppies have stolen the shoe? They've never done that before but they do love to keep me guessing...I smiled. Well, at least they chose the crappy shoe if they did! We headed back toward the apartment after their walk and while they ate their dinner, I decided to look around the apartment once more. At first, I saw nothing. Then, I saw a shiny, black something in the Scottie bed: my shoe! I couldn't help but laugh. Why in the Scottie bed? To play with it? To chew it? To cuddle with it? Luckily, there weren't any chew marks. One of them must have picked it up for fun, ran off with it, shook it around and finally dropped it in the bed. But which was the Scottie Who Dunnit? I have a fair hunch which of the two it was but I'll let you tell me who you think is guilty here: Heather or Mr. K?

Scottie Boo Boo


As a Scottie Mom, one of the worst things you can hear is that something is wrong with your dog. The only thing I can imagine that could be worse than that is hearing that something is wrong with your Scottie because of something you did (or didn't) do. Well, I can add this experience to my list of Scottie Mom-isms. Yesterday, when we arrived for Thanksgiving dinner at Scottie Grandmadre's house, Mr. K tried to beat me up the stairs and just as I was putting my foot down to take a step, he placed his paw right underneath it. All of a sudden, I heard a loud CRACK! I instinctively lifted my foot as quickly as I could and a panic began to set in. I just stepped on my dog. Oh my goodness, did I break anything? Mr. K's so little. Could his paw withstand that kind of weight? What did I do? I felt awful. I looked down. Mr. K, seemingly uneffected, continued up the stairs as he had before. Perhaps I was dreaming...maybe I just thought that was his paw when it was really something else?

Turns out, no - I really did step on Mr. K's paw. It didn't seem to bother him at first but when this morning rolled around, I was grateful Heather had her checkup scheduled at the vet so I could get Mr. K's paw looked at as well while I was there. He kept licking the same paw over and over again and it took me a while to realize that it wasn't the paw that was bothering him but his dew claw (commonly called a 'dog's thumb').  When I stepped down on his foot the previous afternoon, somehow I managed to only step on the dew claw, causing it to break in half. Poor puppy. He never once made a sound or even indicated something was wrong until I started seeing him lick his paw. The ironic part is: I only learned what a dew claw was just a week ago but I can assure you, never will I ever forget what a dew claw is after this experience. All I could think about was how I hurt my baby. I knew I just had to make it up to him. (More on that later.)

When we arrived at the vet, we let Heather get looked at first. She has a suspicious mole that seems to be slowly growing and hardening over time and I was concerned about what it might mean. Luckily, it turns out that spot on her back is a benign tumor. We'll be removing it soon when I take her back for a dental. Then, a vet tech came by to check out Mr. K's paw and took him to the back to cut off the damaged part of the dew claw. I tried to relax as I listened to the vet talk about Heather when, in the middle of our conversation, I tuned everything out but the sound of my baby boy's cry. I've always heard that moms know their baby's cry from anywhere in the world. Well, today I found it was true and I felt all the more awful I had put my darling puppy in this predicament. When the tech came back with Mr. K, he was seemingly back to himself aside from favoring one paw over the other. They put a little solution on his claw to prevent the remainder of the dew claw from bleeding and when they showed us the broken piece of claw, the vet's reaction says it best: eyes wide open and a solid, "WHOA!" Feel better soon, Mr. K - I'm so terribly sorry and hope you can forgive me. Scottie Mom loves you!

Life is like a Squeaky Tennis Ball

...or so Mr. K says. It bounces high and it bounces low. It keeps you on your toes, never knowing where it might lead you next. It takes you far and wide, but also compels you to come back to the people and places you left to chase it. Most of all, it makes you work before you are rewarded with the sound of the much-anticipated squeak. Think about it: the squeaky tennis ball won't squeak itself. Didn't your Scottie Mom ever tell you that? Oh, but once you get it to squeak, all the hard work and the running back and forth in pursuit of your dream of catching that squeaky tennis ball is instantly worth it. The sense of joy and accomplishment can be overwhelming at first but savor the moment, as the best moments with the squeaky tennis ball are often fleeting. You just never know when that squeaky tennis ball is going to take you on another wild adventure!

Say Whaaat?

Ever have one of those moments when you overhear a conversation and someone says something so out of this world that you can't help but back away a bit and give them the crazy eye? Mr. K just did. In fact, he's been stunned into silence this BlogPaws' Wordless Wednesday. What do you supposed he overheard that sounded so crazy it rendered him speechless? Happy Wordless Wednesday, friends!

What Scotties Do when you're not Looking...

[caption id="attachment_1554" align="aligncenter" width="500"] Don't mind if I help myself to some kibble, Scottie Mom...[/caption]

I hear the noise. My ears shoot up. She's got my attention now. That's the distinctive rustling of the almighty bag which contains...FOOD! I hop off the couch, run to find my Scottie Mom. Heather's on her way, too. Are we being fed twice tonight? Did we do something extra special to deserve such a glorious late-night feast? There's Scottie Mom. She's cutting open the bag. It's a really, really big bag this time! I can smell the yumminess already. Hurry up, Scottie Mom - I want some! Hey...she's not pouring it in my bowl. All the food is going into a bin. What's going on? Why isn't she filling my bowl? Hey, hey you! I want some kibble!!

She tosses a piece of food my way and another at Heather but she keeps filling the bin. Why isn't she filling my bowl? Surely, she must know this is torture. What Scottie Mom would tease her pups in such a way? Maybe if I sit still, look innocent and act politely, she'll give me just a bit more. Wait for it...wait for it. Drat, still nothing. I shift my paws. Let her know I'm impatient. Just one more, please. Oh! There she goes - her hand is going for the giant bin of food. She's gonna scoop up a handful and put it in my bowl...I just know it! Wait for it...wait for it. Oh, come on Scottie Mom! The food does not need to be spread out evenly, I'll gladly eat it the way it is.

The bag containing the scrumptious yummies is empty. She's folding it up now. Oh, can't I at least get a sniff of the bag? I'm sure it smells just as good as it tastes. Where are you going with that bag, Scottie Mom? Come back! Wait...she's taking the bag to the other side of the kitchen. That means...gasp! I turn around, there's Heather with her nose over the top of the bin. Darn, that girl is smart! I hurry back to the bin. Scottie Mom knows what I'm up to and says, "No!" I slow down, making her think I stopped moving and slowly crawl my way back to the bin. Heather's backed away. She doesn't like to be told, "No!" twice. That's it! It's all mine, now! I put my front paws atop the large bin and I bury my snout in the glorious food.

Utt oh, she's back. I can't stop. I must keep going. She tells me, "No!" again. Should I listen? I can tell Scottie Mom's not very pleased with me. What did she expect? Now, she's laughing at me and...oh, what's that? Nooooo...she's picking me up and taking me away from the goodie bin. She puts me down on the couch and I smack the goodness off my lips. Where's she going again? Oh! She's back at the bin, petting Heather and giving her free kibble! Not fair!! I had to work for mine! I dash off the couch and sit expectedly at her feet, ready for my fair share. It doesn't come. Heather gets another piece of precious food. I shift my front paws to let Scottie Mom know I'm displeased. She laughs again and tells me I've had my fun and Heather gets rewarded for being such a good girl. And then, she pulls out the really, really good stuff: the bacon flavored treats!

Wow, Heather and I are on a roll tonight!! All this goodness coming to our tummies! Hey, Scottie Mom, you've already broken off three little pieces of the bacon treats for Heather...when do I get mine? Hello?? Can you hear me? I shift my paws and stick my tongue out, flashing my Scottie Mom the biggest smile letting her know I'm ready whenever she is. What's that? She's closing the bag! Oh wait, there's still a piece in her hand. She gives it to Heather. Oh, dear. Scottie Mom, you must reopen that bag! No, don't you put it away. Please! Sigh. This is cruel and unusual punishment, my fellow Scots! All because I snuck some kibble while Scottie Mom wasn't looking...

Breaking Dawn

No, Heather isn't one of those famous Twilight vampires, but she certainly was up before the crack of dawn this morning. Staying put in the comfort of her little Scottie bed, Heather relaxed and took in all this beautiful Monday morning has to offer as she watched the sun rise. For a minute, as the sun found sweet Heather's face, I thought she had borrowed her favorite Twilight vampires' ability to glimmer in the sunlight but then I realized the more probable explanation - her inner beauty was simply radiating from within! Since she had woken us all up to enjoy the sunrise with her, I decided to go ahead and have a Scottie Mom exclusive interview. Here's what she had to say:

Good morning, Heather Beather. What has you up so early this morning?

Morning, Scottie Mom! Oh, nothing. Just thought I'd catch the very last hours of the weekend before the sun came up and another week started. Time goes way too fast around here lately. It was a fun weekend, though - especially with Scottie Dad around.

Yes, it was. What was your favorite part?

The part when I got to eat my doggie martini treat from City Dog Market. YUM! Now I know why hoomans enjoy cocktail hour so much. Can I have another? I'm sure it is five o'clock somewhere!

Soon, but not today. I'm sure Scottie Grandmadre will have plenty of treats when we visit her later this week.

We get to go visit Scottie Grandmadre?! Oooh yes! She has the best backyard!! And I LOVE road trips. Can't wait to watch things zoom by the much fun. Will we get to explore more parts of the town again?

We most certainly will. But if you go rolling around in the dirt again, we're going to have to take you for another bath.

Oh, drat. I dislike baths. But, it might be worth the price for an afternoon of rolling around in leaves and dirt. Hmm, tough choice: dirt or no bath? I'll let you know what I decide.

You do that. So, Heather, we've gotten a few questions about how your health is holding up. Do you want to tell us how you're feeling?

I feel just fine, Scottie Mom, although I heard you made an appointment soon with the evil pokers and prodders. Please no more blood work! I really am doing so much better. I'm practically as healthy as a horse...although I'm not because I'm a Scottie...I have a great, big appetite, I'm happy to go out on walks and I've only had one accident in the house recently and that was just because Scottie Dad surprised me when it was him that walked through the front door instead of you. It had been weeks since I had seen him - caught me off guard!

I'm glad to hear you're feeling good but we do have to get that growing spot on your back checked out. I'm hoping it will be nothing and you will get a clean bill of health this time.

We will. Don't you worry about that. It's just another one of my aging spots. It'll be okay, Scottie Mom, really. I'll go the V-E-T if we can go across the street to the Happy Dog Cafe afterward. How does that sound? You know I'll deserve a treat for putting up with another appointment of poking and prodding.

Deal. Ok, Heather Beather, we've only got time for one more question before Scottie Mom has to go to work. What are you thankful for this Thanksgiving?

You. And Scottie Dad. And Mr. K. And my foster Scottie Dad and his family in Tennessee that first sheltered me before I found you. Oh yeah, and Tennessee Scottie Rescue and all the other animal rescue groups that are helping puppies and kitties in need. My new Scottie friends and fans are pretty awesome, too - thank you all for listening to my ramblings! (You can't see me right now by I'm wagging my tail and giving you all my happiest happy grin.) Other than that, I'm thankful for yummy treats, back scratchings and belly rubs, fresh grass to roll around in, a Mr. K to boss around, a Scottie Grandmadre to spoil me, and much, much more.

Another Happy Scottirday!

All together now.

Scottie Security patrol men on duty.

Syd and Mr. K on alert for any suspicious squirrel activity.

Syd posing for a photo for his Scottie Mom.

Oz has a great smile, doesn't he?

Hanging with the boys isn't so bad.
Heather and Mr. K just couldn't wait for play day Sunday to have some fun this weekend. So, we all packed into the car and went to visit our good Scottie friends Syd and Oz yesterday. It was a great Scottirday filled with chasing squeaky tennis balls, patrolling the yard and even - you guessed it - TREATS! (Football-shaped ones for the boys and a martini-shaped treat for Miss Heather Beather. We figured she could use a 'drink' after putting up with the boys all afternoon).

I'm pleased to say Heather decided to be much more social this time around and she didn't warn Syd or Oz once while we were there. She even dared to trot around the yard a bit but I noticed she always came back to score some love and attention from her Scottie Dad. Only in town for a few days, Scottie Dad was sure to shower his little girl with all the petting and back rubbing she wanted. It was so good to see her so happy and energetic - every couple of minutes, it seemed she was putting her front paws on his legs to get his attention - little girls certainly can be spoiled by their Scottie Dads, you know.

Syd and Oz were adorable as ever. They even got a case of the zoomies at the same time as Mr. K and everyone watched in awe at how fast they were going through the bushes and leaves. Mr. K was a bit of a squeaky tennis ball hog but Oz was happy to watch. Syd eventually found another ball to run around with (which Mr. K also tried to claim for his own) until Scottie Mom intervened by taking all the squeaky tennis balls throwing them for the boys to chase after. I think it is safe to say all four Scotties slept straight through the night and then some after such an active and playful Scottirday. Many thanks to Syd, Oz and their Scottie Mom and Dad for being such fabulous hosts!

What a (Scottie) Girl Wants

For centuries, hooman men have been trying to figure out what hooman women want. Heather doesn't think it's really all that hard to understand. In fact, she suggested that all a hooman man has to do is take a lesson from the female Scotties in his household. So, fellow Scottie Moms, pass this list of things a (Scottie) girl wants along to the Scottie Dad in your household. Perhaps Heather can help him pick up on a thing or two!

1. First and foremost, to be loved and cherished. A Scottie girl needs to know you care for her as much as she cares for you. Do not fear showing your feelings and be generous with your kisses!

2. R-E-S-P-E-C-T. In addition to being loved and cherished, a Scottie girl needs you to show some respect! After all, she is an independent woman who can hold her own.

3. Your time and attention. It doesn't always have to be long walks on the beach, you know. In fact, a Scottie girl would much prefer long walks in the park! Cuddle time afterwards is a must.

4. A quiet place all to herself. Every once in a while, a Scottie girl needs to be on her own in a peaceful place for some "me" time and reflection.

5. To be pampered. Can anyone say full-body massages, maybe unlimited back and belly rubs? Oh yeah, treats are good, too - especially the gourmet ones!

Ok, Scottie Dads - I've let you in on a big secret here. Now you have no excuse to not know what a Scottie or a hooman girl wants. Don't you take our love for granted, now...go forth with these words of age-old Scottie wisdom and do some good. Yours truly, Miss Heather-Beather.

That Scottie in the Window

How much is that Scottie in the window, you ask? You'd be a fool to think I'd say anything other than priceless! You see, Scottie love can't be bought. It is earned...especially when it comes to recycled Scottie love. Most rescue Scotties have already learned to love and unfortunately, to lose. Some are hesitant to love again but with a little time, patience and effort, that big heart in that tiny body of theirs once again opens up. And once you're in, you're in! That rescue Scottie is yours and you, consequently, are his (or hers!).

The first night Mr. K spent in my old apartment the day I rescued him, he was somewhat aloof, happily keeping to himself in the comfort of my kitchen. He didn't object to the fact he wasn't sleeping in the same room as me and he didn't even mind the baby gate being up, at first. It almost seemed as if he had come to accept the terms under which he found himself living: the limited, gated area of the shelter, no hooman to call his own and the solitary squeaky tennis ball that served as his only companion. Luckily, he had only been in the shelter for about 17 days - any longer and I'm sure that boy's spirit would have really been crushed.

Now, having been reinstated as a productive member of society, Mr. K looks for ways to give back. And he's certainly given this Scottie Mom more than ever expected. It's funny - we rescue Moms think we're doing the rescues a favor (and I assure you, we are) but often times, they end up rescuing us in some form or another. Mr. K's first deed was to keep my mind off of a long-term relationship gone bad. He then watched over protectively as I ventured out into the single life for the first time in a very long time. (We developed a code: a warning growl meant "beware this one," a casual sniff meant "he passes security...for now" and if he charged, well, let's just say that one wasn't meant to stick around.)  Later, he rallied in my corner, pushing me to get up and get out during a time when hope seemed lost, my job was gone and the world was, in general, a much more disappointing place than anticipated. And the list goes on...

I love Scottish Terriers. That much, I believe, is obvious. But "rescued" is my favorite breed. What I love most is the fact I was given this opportunity to provide Heather and Mr. K the loving homes they deserve and sit back as I watch their faith in humanity be restored. I love them for who they are - Scottie-tude and all - and hope to have the opportunity to open up our home to more rescues one day or at least foster fellow Scotties in need. I already know what it feels like to be greeted by two elated Scotties scrambling for your first pet once you come home; to feel those crazy wagging tails smack up against your ankles so hard; and I've seen that Scottie in the window, sternly looking after you as you go to make sure you make it out okay and happily watching you walk toward the door as you return later that day. All priceless little moments, if you ask me. Try it out for yourself, if you haven't already: adopt a rescue Scottie (or let them adopt you!) and get ready to experience some serious recycled Scottie love!

The Silly Scotsman

It's all play and no work (or words!) for Mr. K this BlogPaws' Wordless Wednesday. He's busy destroying his favorite toys and hiding underneath blankets and pillows so he can pop out unexpectedly and surprise Scottie Mom or Heather when they walk by him. Hope our friends have an equally fun-filled day. Only two days left until Friday! In the meantime, happy Wordless Wednesday!

Lost & Found: Scottie Groomer!


For those that have been following the Scottie Mom adventures for a while, you know Heather and Mr. K have been in the market for a new groomer for quite some time. Following my move to Atlanta nearly two years ago, it became clear that I would miss Vivian, my groomer at A Dog Eared Corner in Columbia, S.C., and I set out immediately to find a Scottie groomer who not only knew what they were doing but who could do as good a job as Vivian. And, it is with much happiness and relief that I tell you: it appears my search is finally over!

A little over a month ago, I ran into a fellow Scottie owner at the grand opening of Barking Hound Village, a new doggie daycare, boarding and grooming facility in our neighborhood. He told me about a groomer named Barbara who not only groomed Scotties but owned them as well. Dear Heather was in need of a bath and a good trim (the last groomer hardly trimmed her hair at all so she was looking extra scruffy) and so, I decided to press my luck on a whim and see if this Barbara had any last minute appointments for this weekend. Turns out, she did and had me come into the shop within an hour of the time I called.

I can honestly say this was the first time I ever felt excited to see my pups after a grooming apointment. There was no anxiety over how they would come out looking this time and I owe a lot of that to the Scottie Dad who first told me about Barbara and the amount of time she spent with us before taking Heather and Mr. K back for their new do's. I learned that Barbara is the proud Scottie Mom of nine, one of which currently holds rank as fifth in the nation among show Scotties. Needless to say, I was very much impressed when I got the call from Barbara herself letting me know Heather and Mr. K were ready to pick up only two short hours later. She even shared some tips for keeping Miss Heather (who tends to be the stinkier of the two Scotties) from getting so oily by switching from an oatmeal shampoo to a tea tree oil based shampoo.

The best part of the experience was the pleasant surprise of how reasonable her pricing was. Only $12 more than what I typically pay at Petsmart and considerably less than what I have paid at other local boutiques around town, I think it is safe to say that Barking Hound Village will be visited again on more than a few occasions for some serious Scottie styling!

Don't Call My Scottie Fat!

[caption id="attachment_1433" align="aligncenter" width="500"] Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.[/caption]

According to the American Kennel Club, the average Scottie weighs between 18 and 22 pounds. When I first met my darling Heather, I knew there was a strong possibility she was outside that weight range but it wasn't necessarily because she was overweight. She was, much to my surprise, bigger than my Mr. K both in terms of height and length. I had been told by the shelter I adopted Mr. K from that his previous owners mentioned something about him being the runt of his litter. It wasn't until I saw Heather that I began to wonder whether Mr. K was really that small or if Heather was really that big. When I got her home and later took her to the vet, I discovered Heather tipped the scale at just over 27 pounds. That seemed a little high for this Scottie Mom's comfort level. When I adopted Mr. K a year prior to, he was only 17 pounds and the vet said he could afford to put a few more on. How very different the two were!

And so, this Scottie Mom set out to making sure each of my babies was the healthiest weight they could be. It was easy getting Mr. K to put on weight and nearly three years later he's up to about 23 pounds, looking as strong and healthy as ever. Ideally, I'd like him to stay around the 22 pound weight and we're working on losing that extra pound. Heather, on the hand, has had a harder time. (Don't all women have this struggle?) She lost a good two pounds in the first year or so but hasn't really been able to go below the 25 pound mark. I'm thinking that might be okay, though, because she certainly doesn't look overweight since she's a little taller and longer than Mr. K is. Losing those two pounds has really made a me, at least.

But strangers and neighbors don't know Heather's full story. They don't know just how far she's come in the year and a half I've had her. Consequently, nothing upsets this Scottie Mom more than to hear these complete strangers go, "Wow! She's biggg!!" I also often hear, "That's a SCOTTIE?!" I used to think people were referring to how different the color of her coat was because it is a question I get quite often. Then, one day, a not so subtle neighbor took one look at Heather in the elevator and, without so much as acknowledging the wildly wagging tail and the happy-go-lucky face staring up at him, he said: "Man, she's a BIG one, huh?" I looked at him, face all scrunched up as if to say, "excuse me?" Lucky for him, the elevator arrived at his floor and he was on his way before this Scottie Mom could tear into him. A few words for the wise: NEVER insult a fur-child in the presence of his or her mom. It never ends well for the other person.

That particular neighbor might have been the first but, unfortunately, he certainly wasn't the last. I've had a number of people (all men, ironically) make comments about her size. Now, when I see those neighbors whose eyes stayed clued on her, I find myself wondering: are they trying to figure out whether she is a mixed breed or are they thinking she's just fat? Occasionally, I'll get the "Wow! I've never seen a Scottie her color before!" and I immediately feel relief. My hope is that these strangers and neighbors are just taken aback by how beautiful she truly is and loving her for that extra friendly personality of hers. It is a shame for those who make a snap judgment and assume she's overweight. Truth is, the vet is happy with where she's at in terms of her weight now and frankly, so am I so don't you dare call my Scottie fat!

Return of the Scottie Beds

[caption id="attachment_1428" align="aligncenter" width="500"] Gee, I sure do miss Scottie Mom's bed right now...[/caption]

Look out, Heather and Mr. K! Scottie Mom just got word that Scottie Dad is on his way back from the airport. You know what that means. Time to go back to sleeping in the Scottie beds in the living room (or the couch - I won't tell!) before Scottie Dad figures out what we've been up to while he's been gone. I certainly did enjoy our nearly three weeks together of nighttime snuggling and your darling wake up calls of pouncing from one edge of the bed to the other and then right back to me with those tails wagging wildly in the air.

What I won't miss - and this one goes for you, Mr. K - is how creatively you find ways to take up more space than I ever thought possible for a Scottie to do in a queen size bed. There were more than a few mornings I woke up to find myself lying diagonally, horizontally or even curled up to avoid waking the gentle, sleeping Scottie. (Trust me, if you disturb him in his slumber - he isn't quite so gentle. Just ask Aunt Heidi. She got scolded one time for shifting a leg Mr. K was using as a comfy pillow.) Why can't you pick a Scottie spot and stick to it like Miss Heather? There she is, all sweet and contented just at the foot of the bed.

And poor Miss Heather, who's finally getting used to spending a night or two on top of the hooman bed instead of her preferred Scottie spot under the hooman bed. I promise we will go get you something equally as comfy as the hooman bed to make up for the fact you have to go back to sleeping in the living room. I'm afraid those American Kennel Club pet bed sets we bought a while back just aren't cutting it anymore. One round in the wash and they're already tearing and losing their fluffiness. Perhaps it is time to bring back the Martha Stewart ones we originally had? Or maybe our new friends can recommend their favorites we can try out until Scottie Dad takes off on another business trip and you can steal the hooman bed again...


[caption id="attachment_1407" align="aligncenter" width="500"] I. Will Not. Let. GO![/caption]

Mr. K's got his mouth full this BlogPaws' Wordless Wednesday so don't expect him to say much! He's using all his strength, courage and determination to defeat the thief who almost got away with stealing his squeaky toy. Who could commit such a crime against humanity's best friend? Obviously, he couldn't let that happen so he grabbed as much of the toy as he could in his mouth and is holding on for its dear life. Who will comes out on top in this epic battle: Mr. K or the thief?

Mr. K for President

Hi, I'm Mr. K and I've decided that no matter what the outcome is of the U.S. election, I'm going to appoint myself as president! (I'm sure all my new friends would approve...besides, we Scotties have lived in the White House more times than any other breed so why not have one live there who's actually president?!) Now, this may come as a shock to those of you watching CNN. They haven't broken this very important news yet, but give it time. You'll see. For those of you wondering what my platform is and what my game plan entails over the next four years of my self-appointed presidency, see below. Your feedback, my fellow canine Americans, is always welcome.

As president, I will:

1) Declare Friday a Day of Playing in the Park and every third Tuesday a "National Treat Day."

2) Feed the hungry and shelter my fellow animals in need.

3) Get rid of kill shelters and formulate an incentive plan for owners of safe and loving homes, encouraging them to adopt.

4) Establish the Scottish Terrier as the national dog breed. (There's no bias here, I swear.)

5) Promote good health by asking my furry friends to get yearly annuals and be proactive about their health. (Think: Extra walkies!) I'll also be looking to sit down with the V-E-T-S for a serious discussion on putting a cap on the fees they charge as well.

6) Matters of national security are no problem for this president. I'm bringing in Scottie Security (with a few Rotties to serve as backup!).

7) Toughen laws on animal cruelty. Anyone seen hurting a fellow animal or known to have abandoned or mistreated a furry friend will be sentenced to spend some time crated up in a shelter, so they can see how it feels.

8) Make October 25 (my birthday) a national holiday celebrating the lives of every Scottish Terrier and the impact we've had on society.

9) Improve spay/neuter laws. Ok, I know canine friends will think I'm crazy but here's a great example: there are lots of those evil C-A-T-S. So much so, we're in danger of them taking over the world because they reproduce so much. Implement better spay/neuter laws, problem solved!

10) Oh yeah, and free belly rubs and back scratchings from humans for life for any canine that supports my cause!

The Scottie House Blend

[caption id="attachment_1370" align="aligncenter" width="500"] Artwork by Gemini Studio, Stephen Fowler Design[/caption]

I'm not a coffee drinker but I can imagine some Scottie Moms might say they need a cup of coffee (or two!) in the morning to keep up with their Scottie kids. After all, we Scottie Moms have a bunch of adventurers and squirrel chasers on our hands, don't we? So when Heather and Mr. K's Scottie Grandpadre gave us this adorable magnet of the Scottie House Blend artwork, I had to share. I figured there were more than a few Scottie Moms who could appreciate the humor and coo over the artwork with the rest of us who love it simply becuase it has a Scottie on it!

Now, let's think: what would your Scottie House Blend coffee taste like? Because Heather and Mr. K's personalities are so chill, I'd imagine my Scottie House Blend would be a warm cup of decaffeinated coffee, diluted by enough cream and syrups to make the bitter taste go away. (Obviously, because there is nothing bitter about my Scotties!) Occasionally, though, I'd have to switch to one with a bit of caffeine so I could experience that kick, or as a Scottie Mom would know it, that burst of energy and personality that makes our favorite breed so unique. Any friends out their causing their Scottie Moms to need a double shot espresso?

Silly Scottie Outtakes


October was such a fun month in the Scottie Mom household - and we've got plenty of photos to show for it! Here are some that didn't quite make the cut the first time around but were so funny I thought they deserved a post of their own. Go ahead, laugh a little!

The Backyard Scottie


Ok, so you've opened up your home to a Scottie and given him or her the best gift you can offer: a loving Scottie Mom (or Dad!). Now what? For this Scottie Mom, one thing remains high on my priority list: a backyard for Mr. K to call his very own. When I first rescued him, Mr. K didn't have much interest in yards and insisted on being close even when he wasn't on leash but he's opened up a lot more in the last year and has become willing and sometimes even eager to try new things.

He's come to love the backyard time at Scottie Grandmadre's house and was so very quick to join the Scottie Security team with friends Syd and Oz when we visited their yard, which leads me to believe that nothing could make him happier than having a backyard to call his own. I know dear Heather wouldn't mind it, either - give her a fresh patch of grass to roll around in and you've got yourself one very content Scottie! For Mr. K, though, having a backyard isn't about the grass as much as the ability to keep an eye on things for the family. Even in the house, his favorite spots are the ones near windows, preferably where he has a clear view of things going on below. He's the guardian of the household, after all - especially when Scottie Dad travels - so why not give him land of his own to oversee and protect?

Howl-o-ween (in photos)


Howl-o-ween is the one night a year you have a chance to be someone (or something!) other than you are. Therefore, Heather decided to rule the jungle as the Lion Queen and Mr. K decided to put on a tuxedo and become a penguin. What do you think? Do they look pretty good as their alter egos or should they stick to the traditional Scottie look?  Happy Howl-o-ween, friends - don't get too spooked out there tonight and enjoy those treats!

The Birthday Hangover

Mr. K certainly won't be saying (or doing) much this BlogPaws' Wordless Wednesday. He's got a birthday hangover! It's been a happening week for Mr. K - full of one birthday celebration after another. Looks like this boy has done too much pawtying and is need of some serious recovery time! Plus, he and Heather have to rest up for their big costume reveal tonight! Stay tuned throughout the day for those photos. Happy Howl-o-ween good friends!



You knew it was coming, didn't you? Well, after Heather decided to get all dirty playing in the park Saturday morning, she left this Scottie Mom with absolutely no choice but to give her a bath. Luckily, the place we were going to pick up Heather and Mr. K's birthday cakes also had a do-it-yourself bathing room we were sure to take advantage of upon our arrival. Heather and Mr. K never saw it coming. There they were, walking into a wonderland of treats and toys when, out of nowhere they find themselves surrounded by...don't say it!...baths.

Heather was up first, as we certainly had the most work to do on her. These tubs were smaller than the ones I've gotten used to at City Dog Market, so we had to bathe them one at a time. Silly Mr. K probably thought he was getting away free this time, watching Heather get lathered up from across the room. Within a few minutes, though, he learned otherwise. Usually, he doesn't mind baths and I don't even have to hook his collar up to keep him in place. This time, however, he was determined not to take a bath and nearly walked out of the tub twice.

The baths met our needs for this particular occasion given that Heather was so very dirty, but I definitely missed a few things other do-it-yourself doggie bathing places have offered. Most importantly, a bath tub that is high enough not to hurt your back while washing two Scottie dogs and easier stairs for the pups to navigate their own way safely in and out of the tub. Other than these minor hiccups, the place was genuinely amazing in terms of the quantity and variety of freshly-made treats. (I even picked up a recipe book for doggie treats authored by one of the owners at Canine Cafe Charlotte - more on that later.) And, rest assured, Heather and Mr. K's birthday celebration was not ruined by our pitt stop for baths, either. In fact, they were amply rewarded with a number of those delicious looking treats!