The Hallowed Cluny ...

It appears that mother is quite fond of Halloween. Apparently, it’s one of her favorite times of the year. Yeah, I know … the Kachina dolls on the mantle have been replaced with gourds and ghosts … and there’s that freaky cat standing on the hearth. I’ll fess up ... I gave that cat the stinkeye more than once … only to discover, it wasn’t real.

There has also been much discussion about dressing up and what Mom will ‘be’ for Halloween. Uhm, yeah ... No one cared to let me know that *I* would be called upon to participate in the whole production ...

One day, you’re just a guy, standing around, minding your own business … and the next thing you know you’re the Crocodile Hunter’s sidekick …

Autumn Leaves ...

I have only recently discovered the joys of fallen leaves in the back yard ... the promise that lay in the crunchiness of the leaves makes my little Scottish heart sing.

Today was the day we raked the leaves ... or rather ... mother raked the leaves and I ran like a blue streak with a stream of leaves trailing behind me. Followed very quickly by barking at the rake and scattering the leaf piles ...

And then mummy made the purely amateur mistake of putting her work gloves down ... good luck getting that glove back, Ma ...

The Walking Dude

As we've discussed a few times before, Mom and I are champion walkers. To date, we have walked more than a million steps since July, taken end to end, we have walked so far we have left Nebraska.

Now we just need to find our way back ...

Brown-Eyed Handsome Man ...

A couple of weeks ago, I took the 'rents and visited the farm to meet the new puppies.

Just the other day, Sheryl sent Mummy a picture of one the babies we met that day. Mum is quite taken with the baby. And although he's a fine looking lad, he's no match for uhm ... this guy, here on the right ...

I'll let you be the judge ... You tell me, who's the cutest ???

I Dream of Scotland

Although I'm certain I'm in Nebraska, the last fews days make a wee lad feel like he's returned to his highland home on the moors. It's been rainy, drizzly, wet, and cold ...

If I didn't know any better ...

Well now ... this is new ...

It was a lovely summer and we were looking forward to beautiful Autumn. When this happened ... It's only the 10th of October ... and most of the leaves are still on the maple trees ... So when Mom opened up that back door, I stepped onto the deck rather trepidatiously ... it took more than a little convincing for me to go out and do my thing ...

We'll just consider this my pictorial essay on a Snow Day ...

Down on the Farm ...

Saturday morning we went to see Sheryl, my breeder, and her family. Sheryl whelped a litter of puppies in August, and Mom has been dying to get her hands on these little guys for weeks. Saturday was a beautiful morning and all of the Scotties were there to greet us when we arrived ... Buffy, Ruby, Buddy, just to name a few. Also part of the welcoming committee were Squire, the Dalmatian, and their Dachshund too. I can't forget to mention that Sheryl also had a full house in the boarding kennel ... so it was a fine greeting indeed.

I had the chance to get re-acquainted with my litter mates too ... Garth and Little Helen. Admittedly, my sister Helen was running the show ... so as a guest, I let her be in charge. I did spend a little quality time, just Sheryl and me, out in the groom house ... my ears and tail, and yeah, and the rest of me too, needed some attention. Did I mention how handsome I am when I have a fresh haircut?

And then Mom got a hold of the four babies ... I think for a moment, Mom considered staying at the kennel and taking on the job of official puppy nuzzler.

Mom and Dad were talking about me when they brought me home ... I wasn't much bigger than these new puppies are now. Time sure flies !