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

My ears were already up when I reached my furever home and by early February (three months old), I weighed eight pounds. Mom says I didn’t stay a baby very long unlike someone else but we will talk more of that later.  I was paper trained at the Farm although I wasn’t a bull’s eye kind of pup. Sleeping was no problem; I loved running to my crate at night to get my kong. Only for the first two weeks, did I have to go out after bedtime.  When Spring (late March) arrived, I was potty trained. ~ Indy

Mom says that Miss Sindee at Shady Nook described me as loving to cuddle first and then I was ready to explore. Guess those early days set the tone for me as an ‘adorable adventurer’. My first noteworthy exploit was to fly from Indiana to Oklahoma; I was known as the Delta Darling. I was all of 6 1/2 pounds and ready to take on the world. ~ Indy

Since my birth was a C-section, there was not an order but I was considered a big newborn at half a pound. I had a little milk chin and some white hairs on my chest which could not be seen very well after I was clipped the first time. Everyone says I take after my Dad, Mr. Silky, who comes from a long line of American champion Scotties. We both have strikingly beautiful brown eyes but then all Scotties have particularly expressive eyes, don’t you think? ~ Indy