You won't believe this!

   I've managed to wrest this computer away from that blog hog Daisy so I can tell my story. It's MY Gotcha Day today. Ten years and one day after Kendra joined the family, I came to live here.  I was 5 months old, living with my mother, show dog father and a brother--there were eight in my litter.  I was pick of the litter BTW.  Then my brother started to have problems with Demodex mites and so did I.  There went my career. 
 I was taken to the vets, had an operation and started a 90-day course of poison.  A week later with the stitches in my stomach, I was placed in my crate and driven several hours to an airport.  My human family and I flew several hours to another state.  Next, I spent two days driving across the state, staying overnight in a motel bathroom.

At one of our rest stops, I met a stranger.  She cuddled me and my crate was put in her car.  It wasn't too bad because I was in the front seat and she talked quietly to me and patted me until I went to sleep.  I woke up when the car stopped.  My crate was placed on the verandah and suddenly two strange scotties were looking in at me.  Well, I wanted them to know I wasn't a wimp.  So I snarled and growled at them.  Everyone disappeared.  So I followed them inside and found out it was dinner time.  After dinner, I explored everybody and everything.  My crate was placed in a bedroom with the door open, so I could retreat whenever I felt the need.  I took over adjusted very quickly to my new home. 

It was a stagnant  in a rut quiet home and believe me, I arrived none too soon.  They needed a good shake up and that's exactly what I did.  No more lying around.  I badgered Kegs Daisy until she was playing wild games of bitey face and chasies.  No more leaving things on the floor. Of course we needed more daily walks. 
 I stayed away from Kendra, she sort of scared me.  She was always trying to get my food.  But Daisy and I have become inseparable.  She's taught me all about cats.  Now Kendra has taught me how to bark at people and look fierce (but I still don't annoy try to get her to play games.)  I love cuddling with our human.

Now one year on, they don't even remember life without me!

Oh, and after the 90 days of poison and another six weeks of injections.  I don't have the demodex problem any more.  So they stopped calling me scabby scottie.