Our Scotties inspire me that I should be sleeping more and playing more. Misha the elder especially is my muse when he rolls over, scratches himself, offers up a big, old, foghorn-sounding sigh, so that a) I might give him a tasty treat, or that b) he might go back to sleep in his sunbeam….
You know that we believe in keeping our kids’ Russian language alive. Well, at least lukewarm. I could quiz them myself and put them through the paces, but then that would simply build up more reasons as to Why Mama is Ruining My Life. Better that we pay someone and they can be the object…
On their way to the bathtub the other day, our Scottish Terriers Misha and Grisha decided to pose for the camera. I really can’t remember who it was that dressed them up (No, it was not me…), but somebody else was folding their little blankets that we keep in the car, and one thing led…
One day we may be labelled anti-American. Our family can never remember when the Super Bowl is happening until it’s upon us. My husband played football in college, so he enjoys watching the college games, but pro ball has never been his thing. The kids understand only slightly how football is played, and for me,…
There’s nothing like a dog park to bring out special doggy friendships. Unfortunately, our two Scottish Terriers are not the friendliest ones, probably taking heed to our “Don’t talk to strangers” spiel a little too much. They’re friendly and cuddly around us, yet around certain people and certain big dogs, they tend to go into…
We try to encourage a low profile with our Scottish Terriers, Misha and Grisha, yet, wherever we go, they are recognized, unique souls that they are. People invite them to be in parades, and promotions, and lots of job offers, the likes of which would make many seeking employment jealous. The other day, we had…
Now that our little Scotties, Misha and Grisha, were all groomed and looking fine, they made up their minds that it was time for travel adventure. “We have heard of shepherds keeping watch over their flock by night, and we wish to visit these animals,” said our own wooly ones. So, off to the country…
Poor self-esteem does not plague our pooches. At all. I’m not sure if this is normal, but the two Scotties, Misha and Grisha, love to primp and prance. Don’t get me wrong. They’re manly boy-dogs, fierce and tough. They just like to look at themselves in the mirror. In my bedroom, I have an antique…
My dogs love the slightest indoor sunbeam they can find. It might be in the heat of the summer, or in the dead of winter, and they stretch out, superman-style, or konked out on their side-style, for a toasty, warm nap. I’m not sure what attracts them to the sun. As Scottish Terriers, they have…
My dogs are nut-cases. They really believe they control us. They nudge us to eat, they nudge us to go out, they sit on the back of couches and soft, squishy chairs, in order to peer down upon us. They hook their heads over our arms or feet so that we can’t move. But most…
