Two new scotties... woo hoo

This little girl is Scottie Ann. She is a 4-5 year old female who was an owner turn-in. Scottie Ann is a small or petite frame scottie but she has a big ol' heart!

And this big boy is... Scottie Boy. He is about 13 months old and has more energy than 3 scotties combined. He is a sweetie pie and seems to love everyone.

King George and the Rainbow Bridge

Just to let you know, on June 4 King George pasted over the Rainbow Bridge. We were able to take him to Myrtle Beach that week where on that Monday his little heart gave out. We will miss King George...

Louie...

We have had Louie visit for the past few weeks and he's really been fun. There is a chance he may already have a home... we'll see...

Limestone, Tennessee

Here are a few shots from the Limestone, Tennessee area including the Davy Crockett birthplace cabin replica.

Fiddler's Grove Blacksmith

Fiddler's Grove - Lebanon, TN

Linville Falls and Gorge

Quick trip to Linville Falls and a nice hike to the bottom (Gorge)... and a crawl back out.

Outer Banks, NC... Boats, Dunes and Seats

 

  

 

 

  

 Teresa heading up to the top of Jockey's Ridge... Hang gliding... Boats... old and new... Sit and think about the next trip....

Order up!

Here is Ms. Mattie sitting at the table ready to order. Ms. Mattie was one of the most beautiful rescues to come through www.scottierescue.com in my opinion and by the way she orders breakfast, could be the most spoiled EVER... The younger Ms. Whitt took this picture and did a great job capturing that 'Scottie' spirit to a tee. We can't wait to see Ms. Mattie and her humans at the picnic in May!

Whew...

It's been over a month since we lost Pierre and this post of Brody was tough... whew...

Brody... you talkin' to me?

You talkin' to me?...

Who would want an old dog…

That became apparent when I got a call from the Washington County Animal Shelter. Someone must have gotten tired of their 14 year old Scottie and decided they would just turn him out into the street while they went to Florida for the winter.

When I arrived, I found a stately Scottish Terrier who was ready to leave, ready to head home as it were. However, we had to wait an agonizing 5 more days to give his previous human time to reclaim him. On a Wednesday at 12:01, we took over. For the next year the last thing Pierre had to worry about was his spot on the couch. He became very good at camping whether we were in Gatlinburg, Chattanooga or Myrtle Beach. He loved the trips to the cabin or a run on the beach equally well. He became a true connoisseur of ‘taters and onions, (yes, I am aware about ONIONS - it is just our term for grilling out), table food, heck, whatever ‘you’ are having was just fine with him. Popcorn never touched the ground at our house nor did potato chips have a chance. His cataracts were so bad he couldn’t always see what was going on, but his nose told him where the treats were.

Pierre’s gruff voice was reminiscent of Sam Elliott or an old gunfighter… his belly was made for rubbing though. Teresa and Pierre would get into sneezing bouts with each other and Pierre always won. The spot on the couch was his from the start. From there he could see the TV, be perfectly in line for someone walking by with food and it was a good napping location. He might have been an old dog, but he was smart one and… he had a puppy’s heart.

His body though, was giving out, faster than it should in my selfish opinion. He needed more time with the other Scotties in our clan, more trips to the Tennessee River, more time for everything… but that wasn’t going to happen. Pierre’s kidneys started shutting down with enzyme levels off the chart. He wouldn’t eat and finally wouldn’t drink. His breathing was getting too much for him to handle and so, we reluctantly made the trip to help him over the Rainbow Bridge.

Who would want an old dog? I can tell you at least 6 people who knew Pierre that would take you to task for that kind of thought. You see, most folk forget that when they have seen an old dog… it has a puppy’s heart. Just look at Pierre… and then go to Tennessee Scottie Rescue and see what old dogs you can find. Ginger McAfee will go the extra mile and then some to make sure you find your next best buddy.

So Pierre, play in peace, achoo from Teresa and aaAAARRrrrroOOO from the rest of your Scottie Clan.

Spring coming soon...

Bradley Gap with a look up to Hump Mountain

Abingdon Sinking Springs Graveyard...

Jan 2012 Cabin NO snow pics...

Just a few shots from a nice warm(ish) weekend in January. Teresa and I had a fun but quick trip up and down the mountains. I just wish I could have been fast enough to get a picture of Teresa as she fell (or jumped) into the creek.

Up the creek...

Waterfall redux... or redo... or whatever...

Alone time... quick, but alone... bwahahha....

Jan 2012 Cabin snow pics... (2)