tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55115682011-04-21T21:17:53.571-05:00Wee Bites by DuganA Scottie's TaleVictoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.comBlogger431100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1117284930382839992005-05-28T07:54:00.000-05:002005-05-28T07:55:30.780-05:00Great Idea!Great idea!Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1117150101919345682005-05-26T18:25:00.000-05:002005-05-26T18:28:36.503-05:00The Missus says I should post this for her...It's a dog's life...Meet Max.Max is a Komondor. I met Max last Sunday in St. Clairsville, OH.Max is a big dog.Our Scottish Terrier, Dugan, was competing (supposedly). He looks innocent waiting to go in the ring, doesn't he?Dugan didn't mention that he wasn't in the mood to be there until after he entered the ring. He made it very clear by threatening the life of the other two Scotties in the Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1112367331518435152005-04-01T09:55:00.000-05:002005-04-01T10:01:08.140-05:00Pretty Scotties All In A RowIt is show season again so naturally, the humans have lost their minds. Recently they dragged us all to a "grooming seminar" to get us all ready for the ring. It was great to see some of my buddies. My little sister, Annie, was there along with Murphy, Max, Katie, and Myah. (Myah is a hottie!)Murphy gets a kiss from Jim. It is best to keep Scotties happy while Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1112367270577072392005-04-01T09:54:00.000-05:002005-04-01T09:54:30.576-05:00Can you find Annie's tongue?? Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1112367051254512682005-04-01T09:50:00.001-05:002005-04-01T09:50:51.253-05:00My little sister, Annie. It takes two humans to groom her! Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1112367011228475802005-04-01T09:50:00.000-05:002005-04-01T09:50:11.226-05:00This is soooo humiliating! Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1112366429683966542005-04-01T09:40:00.000-05:002005-04-01T09:40:29.683-05:00Sugar is very proud of her two new puppies. Sugar is a wheaten Scottie. Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1108398004015421002005-02-14T11:18:00.000-05:002005-02-14T11:21:48.880-05:00Happy Valentines Day!I don't know about you but I am having trouble shopping for the family.So many choices!Maybe I'll just dig up one of my bones from my secret hiding place (behind the front hedge) and give them that!Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1104244011620661582004-12-24T09:26:00.000-05:002004-12-28T11:30:50.353-05:00A very Scottie Christmas! Missus was speaking to Miss Jean on the shiny ear-warmer last week about Miss Jean's puppies. It seems that one little boy, Garber, has not got his ears up yet. Miss Jean was worried. She said that Garber's ears weren't up because his sister, known as She-Devil, was beating the stuffing out of him all the time. So Missus suggested that Garber come spend Christmas Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1103511639917421452004-12-19T22:00:00.001-05:002004-12-28T11:22:05.543-05:00Snow, snow, snow, snow, snow! It took almost a year but my beloved snow returned! It hasn't been as deep as my favorite romp last December but I'm still excited. After all, snow time isn't over for three more months! As soon as it started falling from the sky I asked the Missus to put me out on my lead so I could tell Harley. I don't think Harley is as excited about it as I am... Hey Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1103511600245308662004-12-19T22:00:00.000-05:002004-12-19T22:00:00.246-05:00Harley: No Duh! Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1103212435580998102004-12-16T10:45:00.000-05:002004-12-16T10:53:55.580-05:00Rescue an animal...get a friend like Harley! Remember my best buddy, Harley? Harley is a bichon mix and lives next door with his human, Bill. Harley had a rough time until he met Bill. His humans didn't understand him and took him to an animal shelter. This happened TWICE to poor Harley. Bill rescued him. (I still think he used a helicopter) Harley and I wrestle, share treats, take our Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1101739812796698642004-11-29T09:50:00.000-05:002004-11-29T09:50:12.796-05:00The best spot to guard the entire room is from atop the cold air fan thing. Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1101739697886739782004-11-29T09:48:00.000-05:002004-11-29T09:48:17.886-05:00Guarding the lad while he sleeps. Notice how I appear to be sleeping while I'm actually on guard! Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1101740125458416672004-11-29T09:46:00.000-05:002004-11-29T09:55:25.456-05:00Arrroooo! What a wonderful trip! The car ride was very long but I am a great traveler. As long as I have my pillow I am pretty content. I met a BEAUTIFUL dog while on the trip. Her name is Millie and she is a German short hair. I don't have a picture of her because Sir left the camera out in the car while we were at her house. I tried once to go out to the car and get it by slipping out Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1101226187350276882004-11-23T11:05:00.000-05:002004-12-01T15:29:18.063-05:00This is a very special week. My humans celebrate something called Thanksgiving. It is a special day where they take time to count their blessings and give thanks for their family and friends. It is also a special week because one of our bigger lad's is getting his very own bitch! That's right! He is going to do something called MARRIAGE. He lives far away so we will be taking a long trip toVictoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1101225872485595592004-11-23T11:04:00.000-05:002004-11-23T11:04:32.486-05:00This little girl is aaroooo-la-la cute! Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1101225811778285922004-11-23T11:03:00.000-05:002004-11-23T11:03:31.776-05:00I personally don't see what is so darn cute about him! Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1101225771003507862004-11-23T11:02:00.000-05:002004-11-23T11:02:51.003-05:00Missus is smitten with this little guy. Miss Jean calls him Nevin. Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1101225702590100922004-11-23T11:01:00.000-05:002004-11-23T11:01:42.590-05:00Miss Jean has FOUR Scottie puppies. Three boys and one girl. Puppies are m-e-s-s-y! Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1101225543873239242004-11-23T10:59:00.000-05:002004-11-23T10:59:03.873-05:00Yesterday the Missus took me out to Miss Jean's to be groomed. I had to wear a muzzle cuz I sorta snapped at Miss Jean last time I was there. Anyway, now I will be extra handsome on my trip to Charlotte, NC this week! Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1100268715613595252004-11-12T09:11:00.000-05:002004-11-12T09:14:49.510-05:00Greetings my furry friends! AAAaaaarrrrrroooOOO!  I know I've been gone for a while. Sir and Missus spent the summer dragging me around to dog shows! I was just too worn out to write! Now that the season is over I can catch up with you. Life is finally settled down and I can get back to the important things of life like: Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1100268631469362922004-11-12T09:10:00.000-05:002004-11-12T09:10:31.470-05:00Playing basketball..watch out Shaquille!!! Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1100268504012864642004-11-12T09:08:00.000-05:002004-11-12T09:08:24.013-05:00Lounging on my doggie bed Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1100268433200841532004-11-12T09:07:00.000-05:002004-12-01T15:32:53.133-05:00Just kicking back and watching the fall leaves turn. Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1100267691571592142004-11-12T08:54:00.000-05:002004-11-12T08:54:51.570-05:00The leaves were extra crunchy! Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1100267559489459052004-11-12T08:52:00.000-05:002004-11-12T08:52:39.490-05:00Missus and me taking a fall hike. Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1086868746360598912004-06-10T06:57:00.000-05:002004-06-10T06:59:06.360-05:00Chipmunks and rabbits. Bumble bees and butterflies. My domain has come alive with all sorts of creatures! Take for instance this morning: I was resting quietly on my perch atop the couch - one eye always open - surveying my domain through the glass wall. What did I spy? An impudent chipmunk dancing about on MY driveway! I immediately came to attention, leaned forward and commenced the DuganVictoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1079660561640394022004-03-18T20:42:00.000-05:002004-03-18T20:45:05.733-05:00Leave My Vienersnitzel Alone When they told me I would be a show dog I thought, Hey, that’s cool! Displaying my cuteness for cars passing by on route to the shows would be fun. “Look Mommy, a Scottie. Isn’t he cute!” Little did I know what torture lie ahead. Left to my own choosing, I would lay in the sunshine streaming through our living room’s picture window, surveying all of Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1077463223321989402004-02-22T10:20:00.000-05:002004-02-26T16:26:00.186-05:00Sir and Missus have officially lost their minds. They tell me that I am going to a dog show. At first I thought this sounded like a lot of fun. Perhaps there would be pretty little French poodles in the show, wearing tutus and kicking up their hind legs in a provacative manner. (I am going through puberty, you know) I haven't gone to the dog show yet. Apparently I have to be washed, Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1072885004654712322003-12-31T10:36:00.000-05:002004-01-02T15:24:34.810-05:00An Obedient Human is a Happy Human. Arrrooooo! I have exciting news! The Missus passed her Obedience II class last night at Miss Barb’s Doggie School. I was worried about her for a while. She hasn’t kept up with her training of late. Fortunately, we drew the number to go last out of the five humans testing. Our lucky draw gave her plenty of time to watch. Some of the tests were very easyVictoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1071716535556331772003-12-17T22:02:00.000-05:002003-12-17T22:59:21.560-05:00A puppy experiences a lot of firsts. Recently I learned about snow. Pretty soon I will experience my first Christmas. The Missus brought home some new toys and put them up in the dining room cabinet. She told Sir they are for Santa to give to me. A song on the radio said Santa Claus is coming to town. I have to be extra good if I want my new toys. This Santa character knows even more than the Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1071545541917278032003-12-15T22:32:00.000-05:002003-12-16T07:31:47.060-05:00The most wonderful thing happened this week. Something called SNOW fell all over our yard. I'm pretty sure the Missus didn't want to get me involved but a dog has to go sometime. I did the best Scottish jig I knew to get outside. She finally gave in. It was the most glorious thing I had ever seen! Crisp, sparkly and cold, I could burrow to new places in a yard I thought I had thoroughly Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1069334342271412042003-11-20T08:19:00.000-05:002003-11-20T08:19:27.856-05:00A cat lives two blocks from me. I see him often when Harley and I take our humans for their walks. I do not bark at the cat. I want to but he lives with an elderly lady and elderly ladies are nice. The other day I heard the lady talking to the cat while we were walking past. She was asking the cat where she should place a holiday decoration. What a silly question to ask a cat. Cats are Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1068232730599303272003-11-07T14:18:00.000-05:002003-11-07T14:18:48.700-05:00Today the Missus said it was time to get out the turtle necks. Why would she want turtle necks? Where does she keep them? Wouldn't they stink by now? Does she use them for soup? What did she do with the rest of the turtle? I am going to try and be very good...in case she decides she wants Scotty necks next!Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1068232518652241362003-11-07T14:15:00.000-05:002003-11-07T14:15:16.796-05:00I have been very busy lately. The air has turned colder outside and all the leaves from Bill's trees are flying through the air. I must chase them. Leaves can't be trusted. Bill has a loud machine that makes the leaves go away. Harley watches him in case any of them try to escape. I wait for them to float over to my yard and then I bark at them. I scare them good because after I bark they Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1068232316800218382003-10-31T14:06:00.000-05:002003-11-07T14:11:54.986-05:00Many strange creatures came to our house tonight. My Sir sat out on the patio with a scary head on his shoulders to try and scare them away. I, of course, stayed nearby to protect him. The creatures came in all sizes, big and small. Some glowed in the dark. Sir gave them human treats from a big bowl so they wouldn't try to eat us instead. I did not try to eat the human treats. I was Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1066232480468755712003-10-15T10:41:00.000-05:002003-10-15T10:41:35.160-05:00My humans are preparing for a holiday called Halloween. The lad has a suit that looks like all his bones are on the outside of his body. He even glows in the dark! How cruel is this Halloween to dogs? They dress the lad up like my favorite snack and then yell at me when I try to eat him! Humans are so weird.Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1060785671041835952003-08-13T09:41:00.000-05:002003-09-15T15:07:50.143-05:00Aarrrooooo!! That is hello in Scottish Terrier. My next door neighbor, Harley, is a Bijon Frise. Bijon Frise is French for "picky eater". I am happy that Harley is a picky eater. His human, Bill, brings over all the treats he buys for Harley that he won't eat. That adds up to a lot! He has brought over Icelandic fish skins and liver biscotti! Thanks to Harley I live like a king. Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1060091739415157612003-08-05T08:55:00.000-05:002003-08-05T11:35:53.146-05:00Greetings my Canine Comrades! Lately I have been working on a mystery. Detective work runs in my family. My great uncle McPherson was a mascot for Scotland Yard! Perhaps you can help me solve this puzzling phenonema. My humans have a magic window in the livingroom. Mostly they sit and stare at other humans in the magic window. That is just fine with me. They don't notice me chewing on Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1057148623912219842003-07-02T07:23:00.000-05:002003-07-02T07:34:45.566-05:00Today I will share an important exercise tip with my fellow Pups! When walking your human it is important to add variety to their excercise routine. This tires them out and they don't notice what you are chewing on when you return home. Equipment: Your leash and a tree. (Note: street signs and mailboxes also work well) As soon as you get close enough to the tree break in to a full run. Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1056834606523474782003-06-28T16:10:00.000-05:002003-07-01T20:27:50.756-05:00The Missus continues to try and coax me to perform pultry puppy tricks. Note to my fellow puppies: When they say sit, bark. When they say speak, sit. When they say lay down, pee. These humans need to know who is boss.Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511568.post-1056548381555958952003-06-25T08:39:00.000-05:002003-09-02T09:51:06.443-05:00Welcome! Sit! Stay! My name is Dugan. Dugan is a Scottish name which means, "I made a stain on your carpet and I will "do" it "again". Du~(a)gan Bio: A proud Scottish Terrier, I was born on February 2, 2003. My coat is a beautiful red brindle. I come from a litter of six puppies. I have three sisters and two brothers. My mother's name is Katie and my father's name is Slash. It's hard Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09715207848689764455noreply@blogger.com0