This, my friends, is Stuart. The Scottie who started it all. Waaaay back in 2009. Because of you, The Scottie Chronicles has been going strong ever since. Through sadness and joy, through sickness and health….you’ve been there for us. If you’re new, welcome! If you’re an old shoe, thank you so very much for your friendship.
I know it’s usually Watercolor Wednesday here at The Scottie Chronicles, but today is a bit different.
Last night my dogtor called the peeps. Seems I’ve got another health issue. Remember when they thought I had Cushing’s Disease? Well, I don’t. And that’s a good thing.
But now my liver is all wonky again. And I’m getting tested for Copper Storage Disease. Also known as copper toxicity. We may know something before the end of the year. Gotta get an ultrasound and maybe a biopsy.
For now, I’m pondering the world. And my part in it.
I’m not scared though. I’m a Scottie after all. So, I’m hopeful.
But if you could keep me in your thoughts, I’d appreciate it. For my peeps’ sake. They’re a bit concerned. Just a tad. No. I’m lying. They’re actually out of sorts. And that’s putting it mildly.
Mini me. Throwback Thursday. This should help today.
OK. I thought this little Throwback Thursday photo should help. Things are still eerily different over here in my ‘hood and in my house. I’m not sure Pause for Paws is helping ease anything much. Folks are still gobsmacked at what just happened.
See, my ‘hood is pretty much like minded. Oodles of diversity, which makes me think that with diversity comes fear. From others. (Ain’t I getting thoughtful these days….)
When humans fear each other for whatever reason, that usually spells trouble. What’s to be fearful about diversity? We doggies don’t mind. In fact, we thrive on it. I mean, I love me some fellow Scotties – thank dawgness we come in several colors. But I also love me some hounds, mutts, doodles, and all kinds of dog pals. I don’t back away from anyone who doesn’t look like me. Or think like me. Because, let’s face it, we’re all the same when it comes to a pee mail stop.
When my peeps found out that our Virginia was the only Southern state to carry Kamala Harris, it made them proud. Our ‘hood did too. All mostly like minded folks. Lots of the same signs in yards, on windows and slapped on car bumpers.
Yeowsa. What’s next? From what I hear, it’s too frightening to think about. Yet.
Just remember to pause – and reach out for my paw. I’ll help you through.
Yesterday, I promised to help everyone pause from pawlitics and enjoy some doggie love – otherwise known as “paws.”
Y’all. I’m not gonna lie. Things aren’t too good in my ‘hood today. The peeps made the mistake of watching a movie last night instead of following the shenanigans here in the US.
Big mistake. (They watched Alfred Hitchcock’s The Birds, if you were wondering,)
So, instead of waking up to a blue wave, the red wave put them in a tizzy. As I suspected, the country is now ASUNDER.
I’m doing my best to help them through it all. But I’m not sure it’s working.
There are tears and fears. Lots of them.
And I can’t do a thing about it to help them. And anyone else who needs my paws to help them through this catastrophe.
This should help. A little me with my piggy. Now that’s a cute one.
Don’t worry. All you need is paws. Keep calm and Scottie on.
OK. So y’all are going through some big chaotic event. You humans. Me? Not so much. My days are pretty much the same every day. With some extra adventures thrown in every so often. (I love those.)
But, from what I understand, through my pee mail trail around the ‘hood, you folks are stirred up about something. You’re all astir. Askew. Asunder.
It’s no secret that paws of all kinds help eliminate stress and strife. Especially dog paws, though I’m sure cats, capybaras and other 4-foot-paw friends can help in the same way.
So, here’s what you do: drop by here, The Scottie Chronicles, every day for a quick paw pause. Now, I really can’t put my paws on you – even through the Internet – but you get the idea. I’ll cheer you up and help you smile. How’s that sound?
And, for the fortunate few, you can even go to a puppy cuddle event. It’s not the same, but it’ll do.
So, be sure to come back and visit me over the coming days, take a big breath, and enjoy my magnificence to help lower your stress levels. (If you’re in RVA, you can even come visit me and I’ll take you to my coffee shop and get you a treat. You know I love my coffee shop treats. I might even let you pet me. Or give me a good back scratch. Even though this is about YOU, it’s about ME too. We’ll work across the aisle in a bipartisan way to get this done. With mutual benefits. See? That’s not too hard.)
Winston welcomes you to The Scottie Chronicles - a blog that began in 2009 as a voice for Stuart, a more than memorable black, brindle and white Scottish Terrier who captured hearts around the world. Stuart passed suddenly in December 2015 from cardiac hemangiosarcoma, a nasty cancer that took him far too early. If you love Scotties, please follow along. Arroooo!