I became a Scottie Mom in April 2010. When Mr. K entered my life, I had no way of knowing what adventures he had in store for us and just how much he would help me grow into the person I am today. It is funny how Scotties have a way of rescuing their Scottie Moms and Dads even though the opposite was intended. When I met Mr. K, I was embarking on a journey of my own and was looking for a partner in crime. And once I found him, I knew I could never let him go. The year 2010, without a doubt, was one of the best I have had yet. Only 23, I had a lot yet to learn and Mr. K was there to see to it that the two of us got through the ups and downs together.
That year, we broke out of our shells (Mr. K wasn't always so boisterous, you know), dealt with a number of conflicting personalities - on the human and the canine front - and came out on top when life events left us at our worst. I came to Mr. K's aid when he had been abandoned and he later came to mine when the table had been turned. They say that if you look close enough, you can see a resemblance between a dog and its owner. In many ways, Mr. K is my soul mate: loyal to the core, unbelievably stubborn, proud and yes, at times, a little mischievous. I believe the same is true for Miss Heather and her Scottie Dad, whether or not he chooses to acknowledge it. Both are loving and they wear their hearts on their sleeves, easily making friends and winning over crowds.
How these two small, 20-something pound dogs can have such a big impact on my world - so much so they have their own blog, I'll never know. What I do know is that years ago, I was compelled to adopt a dog instead of a cat (I'm sure Mr. K willed that decision to happen considering his distaste for the creature!) and I haven't looked back since. After all, once a Scottie Mom...always a Scottie Mom. And it is all thanks to you, Mr. K.