HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Today is the day we celebrate the birth of the best Scottie Dog in the whole entire world! She is 3 years old. Harah! Harah! (that's Scottie talk for let's party!)


Warning...this is long, and if you don't want to be bored, skip to the next post... :)This post is more for my kids to look back and remember 20 years from now.

I never thought I could love a dog so much. She is such a sweetie and has such a fun personality, and it really is great to be adored by her. She is always at the door when I get home to greet me with a Scottie smile, and is genuinely happy to see me and be around me (who wouldn't love to come home to that?) She loves, Loves, LOVES poop coon (pop corn). She makes the cutest little rugs on the floor by sliding all four legs either right out in front or behind her. She loves to run Kirbyapolis 500 races around the back yard and the dinning room table. She had a squeaky plastic newspaper toy she carries around with her. She has a fuzzy squeaky stuffed animal thingie she keeps in her kennel (a pillow maybe?), and a squeaky Pheasant bird she plays keep-away with. She loves to sit on the back of the couch looking out the front window to watch the day go by. She is gentle with the kids (she tried to bite Mr. Butler once when she was a puppy, but that's because she was asleep, and he scared her) and they love her in return. She catches the evil mice that are dumb enough to venture into our back yard (hey, Scotties are breed to hunt vermin in Scotland). She literally climbs the wall to get her leash off the peg to go for a walk (in fact, if I even move my running shoes she thinks she gets to go for a walk). She has genetically bad ears that itch all the time, and we have to literally hog tie her to clean them out and put medicine in. She is not a fru-fru dog by any means. We take her in to get groomed so she can look like a Scottie, and as soon as she get in the back yard, she's rolling in the dirt.

In her 3 short years, she's traveled across the state of Nevada 3 times. She was whelped in Elko, and I had to meet the breeder in Winnemucca. She lived in a beer box for months because she was so tiny. She traveled to Ely to go elk hunting and back. She loves to go bye bye to pick up Big A from work, or to run to the store, or to take the boys to Scouts.

When I say it's time to go to bed, she usually does, unless daddy is eating poop coon, but then once the poop coon is gone, she comes to bed (unlike my children that have to be told a zillion times). In the morning, she lays in the bathroom while I get ready for work.

Although she is my dog, she is loved by our entire family, and they are loved in return.

Happy Birthday Kirby Sue Queen of Scots!