Stories about Scotties
Zach (RB89) was a protective
little beast. He liked most people, but on his own terms. One of
his friends was our next door neighbor, Randy. Our house had
a very elaborate alarm system. The kids were away at college; we
were at church. When we came home, we noticed a ground floor bedroom
window open that shouldn't have been.
When we pulled in
the driveway, Our neighbor was sitting by the back door, laughing.
He was listed at the Police Station as having our keys and the codes for
turning off the burglar alarm. He said the police had called him
that our alarm was triggered. He met the officers and opened the
door to be greeted by an irate Scotty. The officers insist on going in
first, but Zach sure didn't know that guy in the blue suit with the stick
in his hand, and Randy's introduction wouldn't suffice. They tried
to ignore Zach when Randy directed them toward our bedroom, where the alarm
controls were located. The closer they got to the bedroom, the more Zach
objected. Zach convinced Randy and the officer that one more step,
and one of the three would have to die. After reviewing the
facts, the officer was sure that if he and Randy couldn't get in, no one
else could either. The police left.
Randy told us the
story. We unlocked the door to be met by a very happy and excited
Zach, who led us directly to the open window to show it to us.
He hopped up in the chair by it and I saw:
(1) the screen was cut and the hook forced
(2) the sash had been forced up, and
(3) a few drops of blood on the sill.
While Zach was in the chair his mouth
was perfectly positioned to meet any hand, face or other body part
that was inserted into the opened window. We all thought it quite
clear what had happened. The police agreed. That was the only
time Zach was "put to the test," but he sure passed it and got lots of
treats including his very own serving of ice cream.
Attorney who lives
in West Kentucky provided above story
When I was a small
boy in the 1940's, I was given a Scotty as my first dog. He had been used
as a show dog by a large kennel and seemed cowed and distrustful of people.
Gradually my Mother brought him around to the point that even my Father
admired his courage and attitude.
Father took him to
his office now and then and the dog (Tammy) liked to sit under a couch
in my Father's office. Various businessmen would come in and discuss things
with my Father. Tammy was indifferent to most strangers but occasionally
he showed a dislike to a certain visitor. He would emit a low growl from
beneath the couch. Since he could not be seen, my Father would look
on with amusement as the visitor tried to figure out where a dog might
be. Father said Tammy was a pretty good judge of people because he usually
agreed with him.
By John, Keeper
of this page.
Scotty will not be easily deterred...
Just after World
War II began my father and mother thought that I, a boy of eight, should
have a dog. Rather accidentally they chose to look at a large Scotty kennel
kept by a very large corporation in the food industry. In later years the
company's Scotties would become famous. And I would never have anything
but terriers during my life. Airedales, a Welshie and now I am the obedient
servant of two Scotties. Here is my best Scotty story showing how determined
the little devils can be.
He sat alone watching
people come and go, but aloof and cautious to any advances people made
to him. While the other thirty-five or forty Scotties at the kennel ran
around or barked, this year and one-half old was obviously not part of
the pack. With all of the outgoing and gregarious Scots clamoring for her
attention after about two hours of inspection my mother chose Tam O'Shanter
II, an ex show dog. We would call him Tammy.
During the ride home
from the kennel he sat beside me in the back seat, subdued and anxious.
In the weeks following we decided he had been rather badly treated by the
kennelmaster and had lost his trust of people.
In the first few months he was with us,
Tammy obeyed but showed no liveliness or joy in life which is so unlike
the typical terrier personality. As determined to resist any bonding as
he was, he met his match in my mother. Day-by-day mother would have short
training sessions followed by play in the garden. After three months Tammy
began to respond with a tentative wag of his tail and a little light had
come into his eyes. In six months he began to show enthusiasm and his real
personality began to emerge. After a year he was a different dog with all
of the endearing qualities of the breed. Courage, independence, curiosity,
loyalty and the self-appointed guardian of family and home. Although aloof
with strangers and rather spartan in his life-style, he hated soft furniture
and laps and did not want to be handled a great deal, he enjoyed life immensely
and greeted us with great joy after even a short time away from the house.
Tammy had gained complete confidence in himself and in us, his family.
The following happened
several years later, about 1945... Tammy slept in my parent's bedroom under
my mother's desk in one corner. He liked regular hours and he liked
dark and quiet when he slept. One night in late winter my father was away
on business. I was in boarding school and this story was told to me by
my mother and sister who never got over it.
The time was well
after 10:00 PM. My mother was in her bed and my sister was sitting on my
father's bed with her legs dangling over the side of the bed. They were
discussing all sorts of things and oblivious to the time. Several times
Tammy had gotten up from his place under my mother's desk in the corner
and glare at the women who were disturbing his sleep. Sometimes he grumbled
and muttered at them but still they ignored him.
After several of
his complaints went unheeded, he got up from his bed and came over to the
side of my father's bed. Firmly but gently he took my sister's ankle in
his mouth and pulled her off the bed. He made it quite clear that she was
to go to her room. Marching her there, he waited until she got into bed
and put out her light. Then he trotted back into my parent's room and faced
my mother with an intense look that plainly said, "Turn off your light
and go to sleep!" Thoroughly amazed at this performance, my mother
complied. With his task completed he returned to his bed, settled into
a comfortable position and let out a large sigh. I suppose Scotties
find us humans difficult to manage but with enough determination it can
This story is my own
One day two women
were in the shop and Katie met them at the door with the usual greetings.
They were overly nice to her and as they were looking around Katie ran
off to her house (Pet Taxi) and came running out with something hanging
out of her mouth. The ladies started screaming...... she's caught
something...... she's got in her mouth..... I came running to see and as
I look at Katie I see she had her favorite stuffed mouse in her jaws with
only the head hanging out!!!!!! There's Katie proudly chasing
two screaming women around the shop and all I could do was stand
there and laugh. Finally I managed to get out it's not real
just as Katie dropped it on one of the gals' feet. Can you imagine
if that mouse had a squeeker in it??
Linda Bugle, Katie
Cape Cod, Massachusetts
Hi Scotty Lovers,
I work for a hospice here on Long Island.
I care for people during their last walk of life. This story is about a
wonderful man and Ramsey my scotty. When I first went to Don's house I
noticed he had many books on dogs. He told me he missed his cocker
spaniel. He had to give the dog away when he was no longer able to
care for him because of his illness. I told him about Ramsey and
he asked if I could bring him the next day. I did. When we arrived
he was in his wheelchair waiting. Ramsey was all excited and ran
around the house sniffing everything. Finally he went over to Don
and made friends with him. Then he laid down at his feet and rested
his chin on his foot. Don asked me if I could bring him every day. I did,
4 hours a day 5 days a week. Don had a very large house. So when
I left the room Ramsey would follow. If Don called him, he would
run to him and lick his hand. This went on for many months. Ramsey made
him smile and brought him much comfort. As Don's illness progressed,
Ramsey would follow me less and less. The last 2 weeks Ramsey laid under
his bed and would not come out. I knew his wee soul knew. I
am lucky that I can bring my dogs to work with me. Most of the time
it is only for a day. Muffy my Westie visits with my woman patients
and Ramsey with the men. They are used to oxygen machines, wheelchairs
and hospital beds. Muffy loves to sit in laps and get petted.
Pat Gaffney, Muffy
DOG WITH A BROGUE
to John, the keeper of this Web Site