The Scottie Chronicles – Winston's World

A little garden snoopervising is always in order.

It’s important to take a vacation every now and again.

Winston’s wore him out.

Mystery solved.

The pretty golden red dog from Friday’s post (mistakingly described as a Saturday post) was snoopervising in Richmond, England. She’s a beautiful 7 month old English Cocker and very well trained. So far. Her Peep was working with her when we crossed paths on Saturday.

Look closely at the second photo.

Why, oh why, can’t we welcome dogs into all parts of our lives in the US? Restaurants, shops and everywhere else?

Why?

Winston is on vacay. He’ll be back on the blog later this week.

Really? This doesn’t look like Richmond. Maybe it isn’t. Or maybe it is.

It certainly doesn’t look like me.

What’s going on here?

Back when I was twenty something, I had the cutest Norwich terrier named Molly. It was irresponsible and selfish of me to adopt her. I lived alone and worked all day, but she was cute. Eventually, I rehomed her to the nurse of my gynecologist, perfect!

One night I was baking a cake and went outside to chat with my neighbor and locked myself out of my apartment.

The building had a lock and my 2nd floor apartment had a lock.

We all discussed what to do when someone said “borrow a ladder from the fire department and go in through the window.”

That sounded good to me so I called. Remember: I was 20 something.

“Ma’am, we don’t loan out our ladders.”

“But you don’t understand, my oven is on and my dog is inside.”

Well, that did it and the hook and ladder truck was on it’s way. With the lights flashing and the siren blasting.

Molly was fine.

Winston didn’t care though.

See, today I did it again. Locked the house with Winston inside and water boiling for eggs on the gas stove.

Crap. Again!????

This time, I walked the two blocks to the fire station and lo and behold the hook and ladder followed me home. But without the bells and whistles. Thank Dog.

This time the Dad Peep broke the kitchen window before my new friends and I got back.

And Winston slept through it all.

So if you’re wondering why his food and water bowls are in the dining room, just picture me cleaning up the broken glass for years to come.

Everyone should love a Fireman.

Hey everyone. Winston here. Do you remember this photo? It’s of me. When we moved to our new forever home a few months ago.

Speaking of new homes…..

Looks like the two Schnauzers may have found a home. So keep your paws crossed. And if you don’t have paws, fingers and toes will do. I’m hopeful.

By the way, I’m still learning things…as you know I’m not the best at blogging and all this internet stuff, but when I asked the Peepstress to try and find homes for the two pups, she posted one post on a neighborhood Facebook page.

That post was shared more than 1,000 times.

I don’t know about you, but I think that’s a lot. Isn’t it? Kind of unbelievable.

Speaking of blogging, I’m getting tired of keeping my mouth shut. The Peepstress isn’t doing her job. She’s not barking for me.

Since it’s Scottish Terrier Month, I’m going to take matters into my own paws. If I can figure it all out.

Stay tuned. Arooo.