I wish I was at Cheyenne Frontier Days!

We Scotties are independent dogs.  We are big dogs in little bodes with big personalities.  We can be strong-willed (stubborn), but we’re very loyal to our families, although we don’t just respect anyone and we may not tolerate attention from strangers.  Actually, we’ve been described as the only dog breed whose owners must be “confident enough to love a dog that feels openly superior to them!”  On the other hand, we Scotties are very sensitive to being scolded as well as being praised.  Pretty much though, we’re courageous terriers who live up to our nickname, the “Diehard,” just being Scotties, doing what we want to do.

Okay, Broncos fans, it’s finally Day 1 of Broncos training camp!  Time to get back in football mode and get out your Broncos stuff!  Last year was a disappointing season, but we Broncos fans are loyal and never lose hope, so let’s get ready to cheer on our favorite team to a winning season!  Go Broncos!!!

Scottie Summer Fun (a poem by Riley with a little help from Wen)

 

We Scotties mostly cannot swim.  Our short legs paddle, but we sink.  Compared to dogs with longer legs, we need a life vest, don’t ya think?!

Our big heads and our solid bodies weigh us down in pools or lakes.  We don’t mind water, that’s for sure, but supervision’s what it takes.

To keep us safe from watery harm, ‘cause we’re not like those swimming pros, those setters, spaniels, dogs that dive, retrievers, newfies, dogs like those.

But not to say we don’t enjoy a splashfest in a kiddie pool or chasing after sprinkler sprays which tend to keep us pretty cool.

And then there’s always lots of fun in biting water from a hose.  We’ll chomp and snap to grab the stream to cool down from our nose to toes.

So for some Scottie summer fun a boat ride might just beat the heat.  A swim may not be quite ideal, but we’ll sure take a frosty treat!!!

 

 

Why when people look at our sweet doggie faces do they automatically think that we might be up to something?  Do we naturally look guilty?  Maybe we’re just hanging out and being good…..or not!

Here I come to save the day!  Rileyroozer’s on the way!  Okay, I had to borrow an old Mighty Mouse cartoon theme song, but I couldn’t help myself!  I may not be a superhero, but we Scotties got groomed yesterday and we’re all looking good and feeling good today, so it seemed appropriate that I strut myself across the yard.  Here I come, world!

Once again, here we are on the couch.  We Scotties seem to spend a huge amount of time each day relaxing on either the living room couch or the loveseat.  I suppose we prefer stretching out on comfortable couch cushions to the hard floor and with pillows and blankets, we can enjoy hanging out in surroundings that are luxurious to us.  After all, once Wen decided that it was okay for us to jump up on the furniture, why not take full advantage of the opportunity?!

Today’s Scottie mind meld:  go to the treat jar, open it and toss me a treat!

Scotties have a special talent that some of us rarely use, but others of us use a lot.  We have a classic howl that sounds like “arrooooooo”.  Sadie likes to howl frequently to let us know her presence, but I rarely howl and Molly almost never howls.  It takes both of us howling like crazy for her to join in and that’s a really rare occurrence.

Sometimes Wen can get us to howl by pretending to howl just like us, but it takes a lot of persuasion.  Other times when we hear the garage door go up and we know that Wen has come home, Sadie will start to howl, I join in, and Molly even sometimes joins in when Sadie and I are howling persistently.

I don’t know if our Scottie howls are very musical, but they are pretty enthusiastic and one thing’s for sure–they can be loud!

After years of searching, Wen finally found a toy that I’m obsessed with but won’t chew up.  She brought home a plush monkey with a plastic bottle and a squeaker inside that I immediately grabbed and carried around while crunching the bottle and making it squeak.  I had so much fun with the monkey toy that when I eventually crushed the bottle inside, she bought me another one.

For some odd reason, I didn’t tear up either of the monkey toys like every other plush toy.  Instead, I walked around with them in my mouth, enjoying every minute of crunching and squeaking.  I guess that since the two monkey toys ended up with flat bottles inside from my punishing jaws, Wen brought home another brand new monkey toy for me. That was number three and I happily carried it around as per usual.  The only difference was that this time, she didn’t keep an eye on me and after awhile, she noticed that there was stuffing all over the living room floor.  Yep, I had chewed holes in the toy and by the time that I got caught, not only was all the stuffing out, but the crushed bottle was half way out of the monkey and you guessed it, the monkey toy went in the trash.

I flattened two monkey toys and totally destroyed the third, so I bet that’s the last toy like that I’ll get.  It was fun while it lasted though.