Mortimer


Scottish Terrier
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Home:Eagan, MN  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 14 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 26-50 lbs

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Nicknames:
Mort, Morty Moo, Moo Moo, Moo, Schmoo, Motel, Killer

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

Quick Bio:
-purebred

Birthday:
May 20th 2000

Likes:
Food - any kind

Pet-Peeves:
short haired dogs, burrs, baths, brushing, toe nail cutting, the vet, strangers without candy

Favorite Toy:
balls and anything that squeaks

Favorite Food:
what isn't Mort's favorite?

Favorite Walk:
Down in the ravine behind his Aunt Sue's house.

Best Tricks:
playing catch, showing people his paws, pecking squeeky toys

Arrival Story:
We wanted to buy a Scottie because we fell in love with our neighbor's Scottie, Roy. Ironically, even though we bought him from a backyard breeder, his papers show that he is actually related to Roy. At almost forty pounds (and not much fat), he is the largest Scottie in the world. It's just that much more to love! He's got that scottie independent streak - he doesn't follow us around the house like his brother. But, he's full of love and likes to cuddle close to you in bed.

Bio:
Mort hero worships his brother Satchel and wants to do anything that Satchel does. when Satch isn't home, he'll lay in front of the front door and wait for him to return. Like most Scotties, he has delusions of grandeur and appears to regard himself as a big, tough, guy. This can sometimes become a problem, like when he decides to stand up to or act agressive towards a dog three times his size. He has had some close calls. We have to constantly remind him to "be nice" at the dog park. Aside from this suicidal quirk, he is a very sweet dog who is very nice to puppies and tolerant of children. He is happy, affectionate and outgoing.

The Groups I'm In:
Little Die Hards, Minnesota Pet Love, Scottish Terriers, TwinCitiesDogs

I've Been On Dogster Since:
August 15th 2004 More than 10 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
61938


Meet my family
SatchelStella

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My Life Stories


This place is getting crowded

October 31st 2007 8:37 pm
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They've invited this new girl to live at our house and she's been sitting in all my favorite places and playing with all my favorite toys. This is starting to get on my nerves.

Tonight I finally had it. She took a toy I really liked away from me and I blew up and gave her a piece of my mind. I usually don't like to waste my energy, but she was pushing my buttons.

There are a few things about her I don't mind. She appreciates a good roll in stinky stuff and has picked up the fine skill of eating dirt. She also has some good hunting skills. Now, Satch and I have a third in the hunt for a good rabbit. She's got a good nose.

If only she'd get off the couch or move over so I could sit there too.

 

It's my birthday and I'll aroo if I want to

May 20th 2006 11:53 am
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Happy Birthday to me! I'm six years old and I am having a great day because today, I am the center of attention. I wouldn't even give up the toy I got when Satchy tried to take it from me. OK, it resulted in a big pulling match and the new toy broke in half, but it was worth it to show him I'm not a baby anymore. Plus, I think there may be cake in my future. Hooray!!

 

The Vet

February 2nd 2006 6:28 pm
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I'm not like Satchel. I hate going to the vet. And, wouldn't you know it, they made me go there this week just because I grew a bump on my snout. Aunt Sue took me because my moms were at work.

The doctor has a hang up about weight and said I was overweight and needed to be put on a diet. well, I thought she was too thin - so there!

Then, she said I needed to have an operation to have the bump taken off. Oh woe is me! I know this is going to hurt. I know they'll never let me get out of this! - even if I shake and act pathetic, she's going to make me have surgery. Next Tuesday I will accept all sick presents. Food would be best because I am being starved to death - such small servings now.

All this misery just because of that skinny doctor! I will turn my head next time I see her and will not give her a kiss at all!

 
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