There’s a First Time for Everything

Wow. My first bone.

Wow. My first bone.

Can you believe I’ve lived nine years and I’d never had a bone until last night?

Now, I’ve also never weighed as much as I do either, but we’re not talking about that. I went to the dogtor yesterday to check on a little growth on my eye. And, of course, I had to sit on those scales. My eye is fine, but my weight isn’t.

Ouch. Dogtor Elliott tells me I’m too big for my frame. Godmother Carol begs to differ.

Me? I just gnawed on my bone. I’ll think about that tomorrow. (Me and Scarlett O’Hara. We’ve got a lot in common. Except my waist is bigger than hers.)

Oh me.

What You Learned Today:

  • Those who know me know I carry a bit of extra weight from time to time.
  • I was doing really well. Until recently.
  • I prefer to think of myself as a sometimes portly pooch with some winter fat stored up.
  • Scottie weight can vary. A lot. I know some BIG Scotties. I know some small ones.
  • Frankly, I think I’m just right. OK…a tad pudgy, but just right for the most part.
  • So tell me, do y’all eat beef bones?

About The Scottie Chronicles

Winston welcomes you to The Scottie Chronicles - a dog 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. He would have been 11 years old in March 2017. The Scottie Chronicles is dedicated to Stuart and the joy he shared with everyone who met him or saw him from afar. If you love Scotties, please follow along. Arroooo!
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34 Responses to There’s a First Time for Everything

  1. Guess what? If they love something in france they say it’s “TRES BON(E)”…and with that bone your weight is always TRES BON(E)… I hope efurrything is fine with your eye too…

  2. No bones for me. Mama is Polly Paranoid…but lots of treats and toys and tummy rubs and on and on and all like that. I am a small Scottie, whose tail is screwed up…it’s a stub that hangs down…but as Mama sez, it wags a lot!

  3. Ps, Mama and I love your coat…so handsome and distinctive. And, we are glad your eye is ok!

  4. There’s just more of you to love!!!

  5. Genis LeyNel says:

    Careful! Once they start weighing you and the human starts guilt tripping, you’ll have a diet war on you paws. I’ve been living this nightmare for almost a year.

  6. Edgar says:

    hmm…a bone, like fresh from the butcher? I’ve never had one of those…do you just ask the butcher for one? I’m going to speak with mum about that. Could you tell me more about Godmother Carol’s opinion on your weight? You see, I also carry a tad extra weight, but I also am a lot bigger than other Scotties mum has seen…they seem very petite and dainty compared to me…mum says I’m built like a tank and she is interested in the frame versus weight discussion…

    Edgar and his mum

    • The bone was from the peep’s HUGE steak dinner for Her barkday. She was nice enough to bring it home for me. I ate some of it, then She took it away saying We’re saving the rest for later. I think She’s worried about it being bad for me or the bone splintering like chicken bones. But we all know chicken bones are bad for us because of that very reason. Huumm……. But I’m none the worse for wear today after eating half of it last night.

      About my weight. The Dogtor and my Godmother disagree about it. One says I’m perfectly fine because my father was built like a Mack Truck. And one says I’m doing harm to my back and my feet because I’m carrying too much weight.

      I’ll keep you posted about this my Edgar pal.

      ArOOO, Stuart

  7. Kismet says:

    Run the marathon, that’ll take some off you. We birds are perpetually concerned about weight. Too much and we can’t get off the ground. I bet you weigh so much you can’t get off the ground now. Time to see Jenny.

  8. bentley2 says:

    In the winter since its cold and the peeps do not like to walk me in the cold I put on the weight. All the peeps fault but then I have to go on diet to cut down the weight. I have never had a real uncooked bone.
    Bentley

  9. nordhuesn says:

    I think a bit extra is like an ounce of prevention. What if you got sick and couldn’t eat, what if the zombies overtook the world and ate all the food……at least we’d have something stored up to get us through. Just sayin’. This summer you’ll be more active and it’ll all come off. Now, about the bone–we are soooo jealous. SHE is too paranoid we’ll choke, so no bones for us. But you enjoy!

  10. Lee says:

    Oh what the He**! I have already insulted two people today guess I will go for a third ~ your doctor verses your Godmother Carol. Lee’s last Scot Half Pence which she does not talk about much well was quite the looker with the long skirt down to the floor. He was in show and won around here and appeared on calendars you buy at the malls. Well are vet also told Lee his weight should come down and the next show after the weight loss Lee were told by all the breeders that he was to thin. He was much healthier and Lee was able to keep his Cushings under control being stocky. Scotties are suppose to be broad and sturdily built! But no fat rolls.
    “Praise the Lord and Pass the Ammunition” because I am probably going to hear from someone on this comment.
    Sweet William The Scot

    • Praise the Lord and Pass the Ammunition! OH MY DAWG!!!! Can I use that? I LOVE IT.
      You won’t get any comment from me Lee and SWTS. Love you both.

      ArOOOO, Stu
      PeeS Keep those insults coming. It makes life special.

  11. well gnawing on a bone is good exercise ūüôā

  12. When I went to go see da momma’s grandpeeps last week, dey kept commentin on how much more I weighed dan Finley. It could give a girl a complex. But I’d rather be given a bone.

  13. theguster says:

    We’re glad your eye thingy is not a problem, Stuart. The weight thing sounds like much ado about nothing. Besides, with the nice weather now you will get more exercise and trim down a bit. Not that you need to, it just will happen.

    Since I am with this Peep, 2 years in May, she’s never given me a bone. She does make up for it with doggie treats, baby carrots and lots of belly rubs and kisses. I really can’t complain.

    McDuff & Mom

  14. corkscot says:

    The biggies weigh about 24 lbs. Sophie is still growing. I bought sterilized bones many years ago and they are still in the house. I don’t do meat or meat bones.

  15. Well Stu, we can’t agree with you more. I (Wally) am a larger Scottie, both in size and weight, although I have dropped a few pounds. Now tell us your thoughts on your first bone!
    Wally & Sammy

  16. Fozziemum says:

    I must say Stu that i never met a STEW that was not hearty ….dumplings and all…our Dinnermintz the gorgeous ginger kitty girl she is has always had peeps say she was big..Fozziedad calls her Haystacks Calhoun (a wrassler apparently) i prefer to tell the vet she is pluxurious..and i will stick to that..loves Fozziemum xxxx

  17. noodledog says:

    the people give me cow knees sometimes from the store. I think they are cooked, or smoked. Yummy good! As for weight, the very 1st dogtor I saw after being freed from the little cage said I was fat at 16 lbs. It was a good thing she thought I was fat, as I was really sick (stupid dogtor didn’t notice that) and got down to 9 lbs. I am now 17 lbs of all Scottie and no one says I am fat!
    Noodledog
    Still no blog

  18. I agree with godmother Carol. You are perfection dear Stuart and you always make me smile which has nothing to do with size. ‚̧

  19. dougalldog says:

    Uh oh… I hope that doesn’t mean you’re on a d.i.e.t….

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