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
It was a
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
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.