Sister loved toys; she thought they all belonged to her and she guarded them carefully. She was very careful with them and still has toys from her baby days.  She chewed wood though.  She chewed all the baseboards in Mom’s office and bathroom; she shredded the legs of the oak office chair as well as the boards on the front porch. I guess, between the two of us, our puppyhood pretty well demolished all the furniture. ~ Indy

Mom did not dress us too much except for our kilts, coats and monogrammed collars which helped to tell us apart. Sister never seemed to mind but I would sink into an immobile depressive state at once.  Mom said it was pitiful and would make people think I was mistreated. Who can resist a little Scottie girl in polka dots though? ~ Indy

As April neared, her ears had slightly raised but I still had 7 pounds on her. There was also a big difference in the shape of our bodies. I was long-legged and lean while Lucy was the opposite. Due to her short legs, she hadn’t learned to maneuver the front steps yet nor could she jump up on things. The bed was my sanctuary. ~ Indy

Known as Pink Girl at the Farm, it soon became her signature color. For weeks, her ears remained down, her tail as long as a finger but her Scottitude loomed large because her size was her weapon. Surely it wasn’t my eager enthusiastic (wild) disposition that caused Mom to think of her as ‘the perfect pup’. ~ Indy

Immediately, Lucy started to show signs of Scottitude by promptly arooing at me.  It didn’t seem like a “Glad to meet you” and I was powerless to acknowledge it with an appropriate salutation as my ZOH (Zone of Hostility, before mentioned borrowed term) was still constrained. Life settled into a puppy routine of sleep, eat, poop, and play which suited me as I was a puppy too. It would still be a time before we engaged in play together as Mom referred to me as “wild” and wanted Lucy able to hold her own. The parenting mistake compounded…~ Indy

The Baby: Lucy Ann. She weighed only 5.2 pounds while I was already a big boy at 11.3.  That was when Mom probably made her first Scottie parenting mistake. She was so afraid that something would happen to little Lucy that she kept us separated and I was unable to exert my Zone of Hostility (borrowed term) to show our newcomer the Top Scottie. It was an error that plagues me to this day. ~ Indy

Meanwhile back on the Farm, a little Scottie girl had been born on January 3, 2012 to Boris (of Russian descent) and Muirne (my aunt). She was one of seven ( 4 girls and 3 boys) so she was very tiny. By the end of two weeks she was a barely over a pound. On the 29th of February, following the same route I took, she arrived in Oklahoma and the rest is history. ~ Indy

I started obedience training at Pet Smart or Pet Stoopid as one of my friends used to say. Dad had to drive to Tulsa ( 60 miles) every weekend so I could attend class.  I didn’t mind that because by this time, Sister was here and I needed a break. I completed three levels of training so I can do the usual stuff: sit, wait, roll over, come….that is ..if I want to. ~ Indy

By the time I was 5 months old, Mom decided it was time for a haircut. I had gone to Miss Robbie, our groomer, for baths and brush outs so a true spa day was not too much of a shock except for the toenail trim.  Here I am after my first haircut.  Mom saved a lock of my hair. ~ Indy

I was a terror as a wee one; my parents had to wear leather work gloves to play with me because my teeth were so sharp. However, I never chewed up a shoe or dug in the yard; I might have gnawed our wooden porch just a little but nothing that needed replacing.  As any Scottie, I felt a need to protect and defend my territory which according to Mom was extreme and resulted in destroying four chairs and two ottomans. I still suffer from territorial issues so there are times I am dismissed from duty. ~ Indy