When I wake up in the morning, I stretch and yawn and take a few moments to face the day.
Ah me…I’m waking up. Give me a minute.
Then, I hop down….
Off the bed we go.
…on to this little sofa.
That took a lot outta me. Maybe I should nap.
Then, I hop off and wait. And wait. And wait. For the lift to come take me downstairs. My own personal elevator.
For some reason, I’ve stopped coming down the stairs myself, so I call for the Lift. Maybe I don’t see as well as I used to? Maybe my joints hurt from carrying a tad bit of weight more than I should?
Or maybe. Just maybe, I like having my peeps at my beck and call.
My own personal elevators. Two!
Ah, what a life.
The Scottie Chronicles - Winston's World 
Sister has to have a lift to the bed.
Is that because she can’t or won’t jump?
Legs too short. BOL
Are you kiddng? Around here, the animals have to herd the peeps. There’s no downstairs and no upstairs to worry about unless you’re talking about the outside apiral staircase to the roof and the sunset observation deck there.
Good Lord. That’s the problem. Too many levels!
There have always been a lot of levels with your blog!
No, I don’t need a lift! When I wake up I do my morning routine, which includes stretching, rolling around, growling happily. Then I leap off the bed and wait for my Peep to get dressed. Then we go down the stairs with me usually going first. She lifts me into the car sometimes, or if the snow is too high, but otherwise I don’t need a lift!
McDuff & Mom
Sigh. I always want a lift.
I got an elevator up to da bed and da couch too. Well, 4 elevators, but 2 of em are more reliable dan da udders.
Elevators MUST be reliable. Otherwise, the results may be disastrous!
It sounds to me like Stu has got your (Lift) number! He’s no dummy, but the Peeps…not so sure ’bout dem…maybe not dumb, but extremely accommodating and every bit wrapped around Stu’s little paw claw! You have set a precedent, and one things for sure, nothin’ wrong with Stu’s memory, he remembers how cool the Lift was da 1st time, so naturally all a Scott with dat much brainy memory and such good servants has to do is wait…for da LIFT, dat is! Easy answer!! Stu has created da first eber UberLift for exemplary Scot Royalty and you are the downstairs to his upstairs! See? The write-up by cub reporter Riley-Puppy will appear in tomorrow’s morning edition of “Da Stuart Good News for a Change Bulletin”. Den every dogscriber will want a Lift of der very own at home!
Love your new invention, Stu!
Riley-Puppy and Tessie-Girl
UberLiftScottieStyle! Woooot!
We just noticed in pic no. 2 dat Stu has a heart-shaped kinda thing goin’ on at the end of his tongue! OMD! Royal and heart-shaped tongue, too! Does the cuteness surprises eber end wit you, Stu? What does your Mum think about your heart shaped tongue?
Yup, UberLiftScottieStyle!
Kissies,
Riley-Puppy and Tessie-Girl
She’s never noticed. I’m glad YOU noticed!
Luckily we only have one floor. Sid would never go anyplace. We doesn’t do stairs or elevators.
I was on an elevator once. Once. That’s all it took.
I get a lot of lift. Mama is always snatching me up, esp if she thinks there may be danger. She grabbed me tonight when she saw a strange dog on the loose behind us. I do have my own little step to get on the big bed , but I do need a lift to get in the car.
Yeah, I get snatched up, too, when things look a bit out of sorts on our walkies.
Wowsa! YOu gots your peeps well trained Stuart!! Luckily, we gots only the one floor, so no needs to lift my heavy arse anywheres! BOL! Ma says “Thank Dog!” whatevers. Though, sometimes coming home from the vetties, I’m all drugged and she has to lift me up into the truck…all grunting and stuffs…I thinks she needs to work out more! Just sayin’…
Kisses,
Ruby ♥
BOL!!!!
It’s great that you have a lift, that’s a very helpful thingy. My lift went on strike as I was 9 months old, the lift boy said I’m too fat now…. scandalous… probably that was a lift made in china :o(
Indeed SCANDALOUS!!!!
Another name for your lifts, Stuart, is LOVE !
Oh. I hadn’t thought of it that way. I’m glad you’re using your noggin. Thank you!
Houdini has a lift – just like you. I myself like all four hooves on the floor. But you know come to think of it. I didn’t think Houdini even had legs for the first six months of his life. He never walked anywhere! Snorts with piggy laughter. XOXO – Bacon
THAT is too funny! When my peepstress was young, they thought She couldn’t speak. Why should She have? She had older siblings at Her beck and call!
Exactly! Snorts. XOXO – Bacon
No lifts at our house. THEY even got stairs for the bed! So you are one lucky, pampered, and handsome Scot ( Elsa made me put in the handsome part).
Oh Elsa…..I love hearing from you.
That’s the life!!!
Oh yes it is!
My lift even jumps if I look like I am going to try and get on the sofa
Lily (& Edward)
I have gymnasium mats all around the bed because it is high and the critters are small. The gymnasium mat is to protect their joints but there will always be a “lift of love” available as necessary. ❤
Man -do you have the life or what!! We have to do the down & up on our own!! Sometimes we get a boost – but not like yours!! We will have to work on that stuff! Humphrey, Shadow & Cherry