Little Miss Tittle-Tattle of Sparhawk

Izzy was a wonderful Scot. She got on with Agi from the moment she joined our family (Agi being 7 at the time). Not a bad growl was had between the pair of them.

Izzy was more of a “traditional looking scottie” – slightly longer in the back than the shorter “show ring type” scots of the day.

She had three litters (4 pups, 3 pups, 4 pups). Produced 11 pups in all, 9 boys and 2 girls! One of the girls from the 1st litter we kept and called her Kelpie. My Mum and Dad (God Bless ’em) bought Gus (who is now back with us) and from the final litter of 4 boys, we kept Bobby and Finlay. At one time we were a family of 5 Scotties and 2 humans.

Izzy was a wonderful mother to her pups. A self whelper, she excelled at mothering. To the extent that she would still clean Bobby and Finlay when they were fully matured boys – they didn’t mind! She tried this with Gus when he joined us, but he was having none of it. He was a man’s man!

Izzy eventually succumbed to mammary tumours in February 2009 and is sorely missed.

Little Miss Tittle-Tattle of Sparhawk 20th July 1997 – 3 February 2009

Agnes Martimm of Sparhawk

Agi joined us in January 1991. She was a very choosy dog where humans were concerned. She was a part of my family before I finally met Mr Right. She actually chose him for me, as my mum (God rest her soul) would have told you. She didn’t like my other boyfriends, but when the right one came along – she knew, long before I did! There’s something about a dogs 6th sense, and Agi had a plentiful supply of it.

For example, when walking in woods not too far from home, she suddenly stopped and would go no further. So, I chose a different route. We were accompanied by Izzy (my second scottie) and Kelpie (Izzy’s daughter). They thought nothing of Agi’s hesitancy and carried on sniffing.

As the day was wonderfully sunny and dry, I thought to try a different route in the same woods. No sooner had we started on that path, Agi planted her feet firmly on the ground, implying that she was going nowhere.

I decided at that time to acknowledge Agi’s concern. Did an about turn and the three Scots and me high tailed it back to the car. I never did find out if anything funny was happening in the woods – but rest assured, after episode  if she didn’t want to go, we called it a day.

She also knew when Thunder and Lightening was closing in. I often had to chase her through woods to calm her down, not knowing why she was so spooked, then to suddenly be surprised by the rumbling of thunder.

She had three litters in her time. I’m sure though that now all the puppies have joined her in the gardens over the Rainbow Bridge.

Her placid, but choosy character, made it a must for me to continue living with Scotties. I’ve come across plenty with a more boisterous, shall we say, character, which might have put me off them, but it is testimony to Agi’s breeding that I am still living with Scotties distantly related to her. God Bless her Soul. One day we shall all be together in that wonderful garden over the rainbow bridge.

Agnes Martimm, November 11 1990 – 2nd December 2002