We Scotties never miss an opportunity to grab a treat.  Any time that Wen gets remotely close to the treat jar on the kitchen counter, we show up and sometimes line up to hopefully be rewarded for being us, looking cute, being good dogs, not being bad dogs, or absolutely nothing.  Okay, there doesn’t have to be anything specific for us to show up for a reward because we are treat hounds and we really just want a Milk-bone.  Please?  Is it treat time?  Pretty please?

 

We Scotties were dropped off at the groomer yesterday and while Wen played pickleball with the Elizabeth, CO pickleballers, Gigi, our groomer transformed us from scruffy to attractive Scotties once again.  In a few short hours we were lookin’ good and smellin’ good and after Wen picked us up and drove us home, we trotted around our backyard, struttin’ our stuff.

 

This year, there seem to be a lot of bucket hats advertised in the media and Wen took notice.  They’ve been around forever, but are they more popular recently or did she just happen to pay attention to the ads more than usual?

When she came across a doggie bucket hat on sale at Petsmart the other day, she thought of me and my hat collection and thanks to her, the bucket hat is now part of my collection.  I’d say that it’s a stylin’ addition!

 

Rub a dub dub, Sadie’s in the tub!  For once she cooperated long enough for Wen to photograph her and she didn’t even try to run away!  Miracles do happen!

 

One of Wen’s friends gave her a dog toy for us Scotties that barks and vibrates enough to bounce around when we play with it.  It’s a fuzzy ball with a flat tail attached and it’s battery operated so when we grab onto it, it goes crazy, barking and bouncing around.    Even when it’s not moving, we Scotties bite and chew on that thing, but when it goes into its barking and bouncing act, we really chase after it with our snapping jaws.

There’s nothing like an action toy to capture our attention.  Needless to say, our toy with a tail already has some major holes in its fuzzy cover, so Wen has to limit the time we play with it or soon it will be in the trash can where all of our toys seem to end up, thanks to our Scottie jaws of death!

The Scotties Rock and Scotties Rock Foundation sites on Facebook celebrate every Wednesday as Wheatie Wednesday.  Scottie owners post pictures of their wheaten Scotties every day of the week, but specifically on Wednesdays.

Today, Wen posted a Wheatie Wednesday photo of me in a cowboy hat.  Happy Wheatie Wednesday, y’all!

And now for a little Monday silliness:  a photo of Molly wearing flamingo glasses.  Since Mondays can be sort of ho hum, especially after a fun weekend, sometimes you have to do a little extra something.

Here’s lookin’ at you!

I don’t like to get in trouble.  When Wen yells at me for doing something I shouldn’t, my ears go down and I tend to sulk.

There is only one thing that I do that gets me in trouble every time and that is when I dig holes in our backyard.  Being a terrier and quite skilled at hole digging, I am fast and I can dig a good one in mere seconds.  This creates an ugly bare spot in Wen’s precious grass that she is always repairing because of my digging and it really seems to irk her.

She doesn’t always catch me in the act, but maybe my guilty face gives me away after the fact and either way, I get in trouble.  As you recall, I don’t like getting in trouble.  I’m Wen’s best boy and I don’t like having my best boy image tarnished because I have one bad habit that’s basically an instinctive behavior for a Scottie.

Okay, okay, maybe I have one other inappropriate behavior that gets me in trouble and that causes Wen to go outside with us Scotties every time so that she can try to prevent me from doing it.  To be delicate, I may sometimes try to eat a Tootsie Roll or two if they’re fresh and those snack attacks really get me in trouble!  What can I say?  Wen’s best boy has a couple of not so lovely habits and getting in trouble does not seem to deter me from doing them!  SORRY!!!

Back in the day, the Rocky Mountain Scottish Terrier Club had an annual Halloween party.  Members were invited to bring their Scotties and dress them in Halloween costumes for a parade of Scotties.  Prizes were given for the best costumes and one year when I was just a pup, Wen decorated our wagon to look like a tank and she made camouflage outfits for Kirby, Sunny, and me.  We had hats, shirts, and even dog tags with our names to wear with our costumes.  We Scotties practiced riding in the tank (wagon) in our costumes and Wen was confident that we would be fine riding around in the parade.

The day of the Halloween party, there were lots of Scotties in festive costumes and Wen had us dressed, sitting in the tank, and ready to go for the parade.  There was only one problem:  I refused to stay seated in the tank and I jumped out over and over, so Wen finally put me in my crate while Captain Kirby and Sergeant Sunny rode in the tank like pros for the parade.  Yes, I missed the entire parade and all I can say is at the time, I had no excuse for my behavior.  Pups will be pups!

Sadly, this was Kirby’s last Halloween party.  Two weeks later, he lost his nearly three year battle with bladder cancer.

We hope everyone has a fun and safe 4th of July holiday.  Happy Independence Day!  Let’s celebrate the red, white, and blue!