Scottish Terrier
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Home:Humboldt, IA  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 11 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 11-25 lbs

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Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

Quick Bio:

Watching squirrels in our lawn.

squirrels in our lawn.

Favorite Toy:
yellow ball

Favorite Food:
human food

Favorite Walk:
baseball field

Best Tricks:
shake and fetch

Arrival Story:
My first Scottie had to be put down. I waited almost a year then I got Angie.

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Scotty\'s and other dogs.

I've Been On Dogster Since:
April 3rd 2007 More than 9 years!

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Iowa Scottie

Something Is Going On

May 26th 2007 4:13 pm
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Something is going on in our house. Phil and Connie are worked up about something. They cleaned and cleaned the house, made it perfect, Phil cuts the grass and it isn't even that high! Every now and then the phone rings, Connie runs around a bit, then we go to get in the car just as this woman brings other people to our house. When Connie and I come back I can smell that they have been in every room! There are signs outside too, at the edge of our lawn. What is going on? I hear Phil and Connie talking, I think he is leaving to go to Pennsylvania, she is staying here until the house sells and she says we will go to Pennsylvania to be with Phil then. What does it mean? What is happening. I am agitated, but Connie still holds me, and sleeps with me in the big bed. Phil and Connie are laughing more than they were a week ago, things seem a bit better, but still that woman comes, bringing strangers to our house.

I will fill you in as soon as I figure this all out.

On the bright side, Connie made lasagna tonight and "accidently" dropped some cheese on the floor---YUM, I was right there, doing my job of licking anything up that falls on her clean floor. I am really good at that!

We just came in from sitting on the deck. Connie and Phil were playing a game where they make words out of little tiles. They dropped one on the deck and I picked it up, before Phil could get it from me I dropped it and it fell between the slats into the black area below. They let me sit on the table with them until I tried to lay on the plastic board---then Phil put me back on the floor of the deck. Connie was happy at the end, something about making the word juicy on a triple word space. Phil didn't like it, the game was over soon after that.

So, that is the happenings here on the holiday weekend. I'll keep you updated about the people comeing through.

Life is good here in Iowa!



May 25th 2007 5:21 am
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Here in Iowa the ground is soft and black. Perfect for digging--which is something I do everytime Connie or Phil hooks me up to the ten foot wire. I have a schedule that I keep to, this is how it goes. Connie opens the door to let me out, she stands on the sidewalk while I do my business---then I turn and run away. She yells and yells, calling my name over and over, but I ignore her and keep running toward the neighbors back yard. She will continue to yell, but to no avail, then she gets into her car and slowly drives around the block. I can see her do this while I meander from one back yard to another, smelling and checking out all the exciting things I find on my walk. After I see her drive around the block two or three times I meander to the front yard so she can see me, she stops, opens the door to the car and I hop in. She yells at me while we drive back home. Once we are home she hooks me up to the ten foot cord and I roll around in the grass, watch the birds, bark at the squirrels who stay just out of my reach. I watch people drive by, I greet people who walk by, I watch the kids play at recess time at the school down the block. Then I dig a hole. Oh, it feels so good to get my paws in that dirt, and dig, dig, dig. Every now and then I poke my snout into the earth for a good wiff, or to eat a bug or two. Next thing I know Connie is calling my name, she unhooks me and carries me into her kitchen where she gives me a bath to wash the black dirt off my paws.

Awww, I get so sleepy, all that work wears me out, I jump on the wing back chair, cuddle next to the pillow and snooze for a few hours, until it's time to go out again.

Life is good.


My Tennis Ball

May 5th 2007 10:06 am
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My favorite toy right now is a tennis ball we found while Connie was cleaning the basement. It is bright yellow and very fuzzy, I love to chase after it when Connie throws it. I love to chew it. In fact, I chewed it so much some of the yellow fuzz started coming off. I wasn't upset by this because it allowed me to pick the ball up by the strand of loose yellow fuzz---and shake shake shake the ball, pretending it was a "critter". Then a funny thing started happening----a hole started to appear in the ball, well, I chewed and chewed it, now the hole is HUGE, I can chew the ball, I can shake it, and I can still chase it. IT HAS BECOME THE MOST PERFECT TOY!!!!

I love me some chewed up, old, yellow, fuzzy tennis ball.

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