Gus, 12th February 1999 – 4th July 2012

Roo!

Yap! You’ve got it – I’m Gus. Born on 12th February 1999, in a little of 4 (two boys, two girls). They kept one girl and called her Kelpie and I went to live with Her Mama & Papa, just around the corner! We saw each other nearly every day, so when I unfortunately had to move back to look after Them after my own peeps passed on, it wasn’t such a bad thing, really.

Only thing was, They (my now new Mama/Papa, known as Her, She, He, Him & They & Them) thought I was faaaaar too fat and so gradually reduced my food to get me slimmer. I’ve been looking after Them for 4 years now, and I’m much slimmer. However, They still call me a “Food Monster” or “Kitchen Assistant” ‘cos I’m always at Her feet in the kitchen. You can snaffle a lot of extra stuff that way and I highly recommend it. Hence the chicken bone last week!

I love going on walks. At first it was hard ‘cos I wasn’t used to walking for so long. My first peeps only took me for walks around the village. OK it was 5 times a day, but the walks were very short. Now my new peeps – they like to go on lots of rambling walks. I’ve got used to these walks now they are FAB-U-LOUS walks! I love to sniff. Boy do I love to sniff. I can spend 5 whole minutes, apparently, sniffing just one blade of grass. She “changed” my name to Will Sniff – I went on Twitter and demanded the return of my name!

I don’t do tricks, like Bobby – so demeaning for a Scottie, especially one of my grand age – I could do them if I wanted to, but I choose not to. However, I do what They call the “bunny”. This is where I sit on my back legs, lift my upper body and waggle my front paws very fast. It makes Them smile ….. and some times I get a treat!

What I do with stunning ability, is hanging around the kitchen. Under Her feet. Always behind Her. Always in the next place She wants to step into. She calls me her Kitchen Assistant, but I think She’s the Kitchen Assistant and I’m the snoopervisor!

You’ll get a hint of what I’m like as you trot your way through these pages. Enjoy!

RooOOooodles from Gus.

Yap! Yap! Woof!

I’m Bobby. Born on 14th February 2003 in a little of four boys. Two of us were kept behind and two of our brothers found freedom with some lovely families!

I was named after Greyfriars Bobby. Yeah, I know he was allegedly a Skye Terrier, but it’s close enough for me. I’m certainly very loyal to Her. If I can’t find Her, I’ll run from room to room, making little whining noises until She lets me know where She is, then I go & keep her company.

I’ve been a Show Dog – but that’s because He said the only reason He’d let Her keep us (that’s me & Finlay), is if She took up Dog Showing. I wasn’t “bred” for it, but I had a real good time. Qualified for Crufts twice, but only attended once – sooooo not the dog show you guys think it is. We’re not allowed outside to do any pees or poos. Have to do “them” in a sawdust pit! Can you imagine that, with our coats! Anyway once was enough for both me and Finlay – see his bit on his own post.

Was a “Show Boy” for only a couple of years, but boy, did I learn some naughty stuff. Still not grown out of it, even now. So, She decided we’d do some Obedience Training. To see if that’d calm me down. For heaven’s sake, all I do is bark first at passing dogs, then sniff later. She said that’s so rude. I should introduce myself politely, like a gentleman, in fact like Finlay and Gus – but hey! where’s the fun in that!

So Obedience Training for me. Boy was that good! Thoroughly enjoyed myself. Every Friday night for three hours learning stuff (nothing about being polite, like She wanted me to learn, but I managed to control myself as I got to know all the other dogs). Started when I was 3 and a half, and spent 3 years doing it. Progressed right through the Bronze, Silver, Gold Awards, but chose not to stay on for the Platinum classes. By that time I’d been invited to do a  demonstrations to a Scottie Club. What? A trained Scottie? Apparently there are quite a few of us out there!

I’m now retired from all that obedience stuff. But every now and then I get Her to go through a few moves with me and let me tell you – I can still do it!

Anyway, my time’s now spent patrolling our gardens; taking daily walks around our local countryside (still rushing up to other dog, barking like a mad ‘un!!) and thoroughly enjoying my life.

You’ll get a glimpse of my character through these postings we do.

Thanks for catching up with me ….. see you around our site!