When we Scotties like to rest our big noses, we seek out the best comfy spots and most of the time, those spots include a pillow.  My personal favorite pillow is not a real pillow stuffed with feathers or foam, but equally as comfortable.  I’ll give you a hint:  this pillow is alive, her name rhymes with “lady,” and she’s a sister of mine.

You guessed it—my favorite pillow is Sadie and as long as she tolerates me resting my nose on her, she will continue (in my opinion) to be the best pillow around!

To all our dads out there, Happy Happy Father’s Day!

For Wen’s birthday, her friend, Carol sent us a big box of Scottie gifts and dog toys for Molly, Sadie, and me.  Among the toys was a really big plush donut and since plush donuts with squeakers inside are one of my very favorite toys, I had a ball playing with it.  I ran around with it, bit it to make it squeak, tossed it up into the air, and guarded it with my life so my sisters wouldn’t get ahold of it.

A big thanks goes to Carol for making my day by sending that really big donut!

Yesterday was Wen’s birthday and she had a fun day from an early morning present left on our front porch to playing pickleball, lunch out, and geocaching.  There was a huge box on the porch later in the day full of Scottie-themed birthday presents and dog toys for us Scotties that was super fun for all of us.  Then while Wen was spending hours talking on the phone to friends, her best pickleball friends showed up with home made goodies and presents.  Did we Scotties behave for our company?  Well, Sadie barked, Molly got freaked out and pooped on the landing of the steps, and I was my usual good boy self, but the birthday girl and her friends had a great time anyway.  It was such a good day that we were up way last midnight for the first time in quite awhile.  I guess we squeezed every minute out of Wen’s birthday, because we’re all recovering today!

 

Somebody just found six freshly dug holes in our backyard and had to repair them.  Even though the grass is lush and thick, those holes tend to stick out like a sore thumb and Wen always spots them right away.

We Scotties put on our innocent faces when we get in trouble for digging holes and I must say that my Mr. Innocent face is really good, but we all know that Wen isn’t digging those holes because she works hard to have a nice-looking yard.  That leaves us Scotties as the culprits and even though we all know who’s guilty, maybe if we put on a good innocent face, we won’t get in trouble so much.  Hey, it’s worth a shot!

Yesterday was National Donut Day and although we Scotties did not get to partake in any tasty treats with a round shape, I got three donut toys for my birthday and Wen has been doling them out to me one by one as I chew them up.

They may not be sugary sweet, but those donuts squeak and are fun to play with and then destroy!

We Scotties are terriers and terriers are earth dogs, so it’s instinctive for us to dig holes.  Unfortunately for Wen, who repairs all our holes in the backyard, we hole diggers are sniffing around the yard multiple times every day and night, searching for the next ideal spot to dig.

Do we feel sorry for her having to constantly walk around with a tool, grass seed, and dirt to repair the damage that we’ve done to the grass?  Nope, and we’re not stopping our digging anytime soon, because we can’t help ourselves.  We hole diggers enjoy what we’re doing, so come on, let’s go outside!

 

Guess who’s 11 years old today?  Yep, today’s my birthday and we’re celebrating!  I got a whole bag of toys and treats, so Molly, Sadie, and I are going to have the best day!  Am I really eleven years old already?  Wow!

 

My sister, Sadie has a habit of joining me on the couch when I am hanging out and relaxing.  She hops up there and stretches out right next to me.  I guess that she considers the two of us couch buddies, because she won’t settle in next to Molly, who likes her personal space.  That leaves me as Sadie’s one and only option for a canine couch buddy, which is fine, because she doesn’t bug me and paw at me for attention like she does when she scooches up next to Wen on the couch.  As long as she’s not annoying, I’m okay with us being couch buddies.  Why?  I’m an easy-going dog!

Every year, starting in the springtime, little butterflies flit around and look pretty.  Some of them are tiny and white and some of them are bigger and more colorful.  Oh, wait:  that’s my sister, Molly!