Happy Halloween!!

After last year's Crocodile Dundee episode, Mother and I had a discussion about the lengths to which I will and will not participate in her fascination with All Hallows Eve...

This year I put my paw down ... no costumes! And so ... we compromised.

Here we are we've dressed up as Rich Uncle Pennybags and his trusty companion, Scottie.

The Scared Scots Project ...

Have you heard ???... The 'rents are leaving me alone ... all by myself ... outside my kennel ... all day! Sweet!'

The first couple of days, I played it pretty cool. I spent quite a bit of time, just hanging out, cooling my jets, when I hear the garage door open, that's my signal to head for the 'safety' and 'security of my kennel. Mom and Dad ... well, they pretty much think I've been there all day !


On Monday, first Mom, then Dad headed out the door, as usual, to do whatever it is they do all day ... Then it's my time to find whatever mischief suits my fancy. With Halloween approaching, I think I'll call this episode of the Naughty Scotty ... The Blair Witch Project. I created these heaps of twigs and left them in conspiculous places for the folks to find upon their return.





Unfortunately, I did not count on one teeny tiny detail ... Dad was still home. And he caught me ... red-pawed.


And now I'm in the corner ...

The New Adventures of Itchy and Scratchy

Oh ... Autumn !! As we discussed just a few weeks ago, I have terrible allergies. You've heard the adage that misery loves company ... So I am happy to report that my Pops, a fellow allergy sufferer, is as miserable, if not more so, than I.

It hasn't rained in a couple of weeks ... so the pollen is pretty bad. Dad says he feels like he's covered in a fine ... ahem ... coating. But seriously ... we are quite a pair ... sneezing ... scratching ... sniffling.

Mom likes to act like Nurse Ratchet as she stands in the kitchen and conducts roll call ... awaiting the imminent arrival of the Benadryl brothers ...

Something a Little Out of the Ordinary ...

** I took control of the keyboard from Cluny ... Tonight, I will be your guest poster **

Last week, Jeff and I decided that we were going to start transitioning Cluny from his kennel and allowing him a little latitude ... we thought we would turn him into sort of a 'free range' Scottie.

We thought we'd start small ... so when we ran out on a quick errand, we left the door to his kennel open. Upon our return, we found Cluny in his house ... just waiting for us.

So the next time we left him alone, it was the same story ... we came home to find him sitting in his kennel, waiting for us to tell him it was okay to come out. He's behaved this way over and over again.

This afternoon as I was preparing to leave, I gave Cluny a cookie and bade him farewell ... He just stood there in the kitchen with a look on his face that I can only describe as confused. Was he trying to tell me that I'd forgotten something? "Ahem ... Mother ... see me ... here in the kitchen ... not in my house ... In.The.Kitchen ..."

As I write this ... Cluny is lying next to me ... knocked out! Does this mean that he's been wide awake all day ... and therefore, missing the endless hours of sleep that he usually enjoys while we are away. Is he nervous and angsty because he thinks he has been unintentionally left unsupervised? Which got me to thinking ... what happens after I shut the garage door to go?

What I wouldn't give for a Cluny-Cam !