Duncan McNabb




Fitz (L) RB 2/3/11 and Duncan (R) RB 1/19/12
(Editor's FAVORITE Scottie photo, EVER! God Bless, lads!)

Scottish Terrier

6-15-1997 - 1-19-2012

"The most beautiful Scottie in all the land! He was the textbook Scottie, strong, brave, beautiful, stoic, stubborn, aloof, regal, protective, and loyal. He had a tough personality, but was a tender hearted boy on the inside.

A life well lived.
We will miss you sweet boy."

Kim and Mark Magnusen

Am. & Can. CH.
Roscot Merlynn Macho Man ROM




"Macho"

RB January 26, 2012

"My beautiful boy! It was hard to say goodbye--but I will always love you.
RIP, sweetheart!"

Yvonne Kazan
Roscot Scottish Terriers

Bubba

Scottish Terrier

RB January 28, 2012

"My heart is breaking and the tears won't stop.
May he be at peace beyond the rainbow bridge."

Kora and Roland Kari

Huckleberry Finn



Scottish Terrier

RB February 9, 2012

" I will miss him so....
of all the Scotties in my life he touched me the most..."

Bob & Linda Bugle

ScottieDog.Com

Jake

Boxer

RB February 25, 2012

3 wks shy of his 14th Birthday..

"Jake was the lone boxer in our passel of Scotties over the years and he even learned how to arroooo. He was the sweetest boy to our children and always knew to be gentle when they were little. He loved a good boxing match with our son, and in his later years when he couldn't stay strong on his back legs he'd lay on his back and box with Connor from the floor. But his best buddy was our scot, Robbie Doo, and Jake was devastated when we suddenly lost him last year. Benson has been a good companion to him, but not like Robbie and the two mischief makers are together again."

Laurel and Randy

Tinker

Scottish Terrier

RB 2-27-12

"...so we said goodbye to the best little Scottie with the biggest heart in the world.
So very broken hearted..."

Marian Goodwin-Clifford, UK

Beamer





Scottish Terrier

11-9-99 - 3-4-12

"He was a funny, laid back, smart, loving boy. He was tolerant and dignified his whole life. What a blessing it was to have him for so long. I feel so lost. I'm heartbroken. No scotties in the house. Only memories. I'm going to bury him with his "brothers".
Rest in peace, my dear baby boy.
I love you."

Melanie Wilmer

Frosty Meadow
"Frosty"

CGC, ThD, AKC Therapy Dog





Scottish Terrier

April 10, 2001 - March 8, 2012

"Her heart which was a big as all outdoors simply gave out. RIP best Scottie girl in the world."

Lee Juslin

Haigis Tsunami Robert of Inverness



"Robbie"

Scottish Terrier

May 19, 2001 - March 20, 2012

"We loved this little boy with all our hearts. ...for the last 11 years he has filled our days and hearts with joy and laughter and companionship. Robbie was 100% scottie, fearless, full of attitude, he thought he was a 200 lb dog. My little champion.
I miss you with all my heart Robbie Bobbie, Mommy's Baby Boy, my little Booboo. Don't know how we'll get through the days or nights without you. My only solace is you are free, no more pain and suffering. May the angels take your little broken ]j body and give you wings to let you fly again. You are safe in my heart forever."

Shannon and Les Coughlin

Bridgette



"Brindie"

Scottish Terrier

9/20/2000 - 3/20/2012
(Rescued Birthday 3/17/2006)

"We are so thankful you came into our lives, you were a blessing! You came to us through a Scottish Terrier Rescue and, because of your loving nature, you became the grounding force for North Star Rescue. You accepted and watched over every dog, cat and bird that came to live with us until they found their forever home. You helped teach children who were afraid of dogs that they could pet you and love you, and you were a fine example for others that were considering adopting a rescued pet. We hope you are running free in the tall grass surrounded by sunshine and our love for you."

Rachel & Jeff Kyle

Abby



Scottish Terrier

Born: One Fine Day in July, 1998 or 1999
Joined our Family: October 1, 2002
Slept in our arms and crossed Rainbow Bridge: March 26, 2012

"Abby, my Miss Pretty...
"I love you still, my sweet girl.
I miss you more than I can say."

Sharon Calderone

Stewart









Scottish Terrier

March 23, 2000 - March 28, 2012

"We are so sad that a legend, our little man Stewart, who showed affection by lying hip to hip with those he loved, is no longer walking our floors and demanding a treat. I told Stewart many times in the last days that we loved him so much and that I would do anything for him. And, that we will always be together."

Monica and Rick Collett

Murphy



Scottish Terrier

August 24, 2002 - March 29, 2012

Yvonne Maddocks

Bentley Bernard



Scottish Terrier

RB March 30, 2012

Scott and Elaine Gerstenkorn

Glendarra's Good Day Sunshine





"Lennon"

Scottish Terrier

December 26, 2011 - March 30, 2012

"Wee Scottie lad, Lennon/Hudson, I followed you with joy in photos and videos from shortly after you entered this world until you were in my arms one month ago today, and today, I held you for one last time. Your time with us was too short, but what wonderful memories you created and leave for us to enjoy in the days ahead.

Your mom, Rose Shacklett, named you, and your three brothers, after the The Fab Four--The Beatles...Lennon, Starr, Harrison and McCartney, and you were blessed with the AKC name: Good Day Sunshine. How appropriate, as you were a breath of fresh air and sunshine every day of your life for each of us who had the pleasure of knowing you.

I will always remember your piercing baby blue eyes and cute puppy antics that brought us smiles and the happy moments of frapping that you and young MacBirch enjoyed each day. Shortly before you became ill, you enjoyed several days of running in the yard and through the grass, which was nearly as tall as you, with the big Scots--you were in the height of your glory!

So, today, with tears and a heavy heart we cherish the precious memories we have of you our little Wheatie Boy. How blessed we were to have you in our lives--you were a beautiful little spirit.
Sweet dreams to you with all our love."

MacKenna, MacBirch, and Jim Goble

Greenbriar's Haley







"Haley"

Giant Schnauzer

February 24, 2001 - April 5, 2012

"Haley, the queen of my heart, has left her earthly bonds today for her angel wings.
At last she is off duty.

I know that she will be greeted by Tess and The Rocket and Duke and Daisy and no doubt reign over them at the Bridge the ways she reigned supreme over her earthly pack. She has been feeling punky and not eating well for some time now. The vet would have had to do another major surgery to find the cause and I would not put her through that. I made her a promise that she would not ever suffer. She has been cueing me for a while that her time was near.

Haley came to me in 2002 as a graduation gift to myself for completing my Paralegal Certificate. I had been through a rough patch for a few years with the house fire and resulting lawsuit and several dogs had passed away. Haley was a fearful one year old when she came to me from being a failed showdog. She greeted me with great suspicion in the breeder's barn. She had been unsuccessfully shown - hated men (especially judges) and was very head shy (result of being beat about the head at dog shows). I hesitated for a fraction of a second and then our eyes met under those long bushy brows I took a leap of faith and so did she. We bonded on the ride home from Kentucky- hubby drove while I held onto Haley during a massive non stop thunderstorm. Once at home she immediately put her beard into my soup bowl and we were best friends from then on.

We spent the next few months working on socializing - training and socializing some more. Soon we were on our way to into years of adventure, climbing dunes, exploring nature and later photo shoots all over the country and vacations with that proper and prim dog that many of you have met at Fala Days.

Haley loved going to Little Bit Farm. She felt totally at home there with the sheep, cats, chickens, Collies and Scots. The first visit she scared the stuff out of us both as she twice escaped from a horse stall where I penned her so I could shoot some photos- she flew right over the door - and took off chasing sheep and horses. After receiving a correction from Cora, Haley ran back to me n one the worse for wear. I on the other hand was just this side of heart failure. We never thought she could clear a four foot stall door at such close range! The second time she just whammed the latch with her huge paw and out she came.

After my car accident it was Haley who prompted me to pull it together and get up and walk. With Haley by my side, while I was still wearing a halo and walking with a cane, I started to walk up and down the driveway. From there we went on to walking at the park, then once the Halo came off the sky was the limit. We walked through swamps and over sand, forded brooks and creeks and tramped over hill and dale with cameras and monopod, water bottles and treats in search of the perfect shot. We traveled to many places and enjoyed many peaceful times in nature together.

I shall cherish those times the most. She was the perfect travel companion, always guarding the car and gear and my person. Always on duty. She took to Hans and mentored him- letting him get away with eating her food and playing with her toys and he in turn loved her.

Without Haley, I would not be who I am today - she taught me much about dogs, about life, about courage.

But now it is time for my baby girl to rest - her job is done and she has earned her wings.

Rest in Peace, my darling girl, until we meet again.


"Dogs are our link to paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring--it was peace."
- Milan Kundera

Beryl Gersch

Delancie



Scottish Terrier

Sep 12 1996 – April 7, 2012

"My sweet baby... I’ll never forget the day she came into my life. I could hardly believe such a fine little girl was mine.
She will always be my sweet scottie girl."

Kathy Harrison

Tandem's Witchy Woman

"Emma"

Scottish Terrier

6/27/1998 – 4/9/2012

"It is with a heavy heart that we said good-bye to our little girl Emma today. She lived a long and happy life. She was still very bossy until just a few days ago, although her health has been failing over the last year.
She will be deeply miss by all of us, human and fur-kids alike.
She is now with all of the other scottie kids
that have crossed the bridge before her and
I’m sure she is bossy once again.
Look out Owen, Auntie Emma is on her way."

Toni Hines
Tandem Kennels

Abby

Scottish Terrier

December 8, 1998 - April 16, 2012

"Our Abby came into the world on December 8, 1998. She was from the last litter of a once proud line and when we found out that this lovely wheaten girl was available we jumped at the chance to bring her home. The next 4,873 days would be exciting, challenging, entertaining, never boring, and filled with love. Abby was about 8 months old at the time and she had lived her life pretty much as a kennel dog through no fault of anyone; it was just time and circumstance but she was well cared for. I remember the trip home in our truck; Abby was confused and scared. When we got her home she adapted well, not right away, but over time she assumed the "alpha bitch" status as our old girls passed on."

"Abby and I went on many walks and shopping center visits in order to get her socialized and her confidence built up. It worked but only to a degree. She still barked incessantly at anyone that was new to visiting our home. After several visits however, or until Abby deemed them worthy, then she would allow them in without so much as a peep. Early on we had made numerous attempts to show her but for Abby it was not in the cards. The ring was not for her as she was very independent and of course hard-headed and she also dragged her right rear paw quite noticeably. She was so good though at giving you the doggie finger as she pranced away from any command or demand you many say to her that she deemed not worthy of obeying. I say pranced because as most Scotties have that distinctive gait, our Abby did not, she pranced. We'd get the biggest laugh out of watching her do some very funny things. She would spend many happy hours admiring her reflection in the oven door or in the glass cover on the fireplace. She had several aka's such as "Snowflake", "Pudd'in in a Cloud" or "Bruinhilda". They all fit Abby well depending on what mischief she was up to. She also loved to do what we called "riding the slot" with my sister Binki. Binki would be sitting down on the couch and she'd pick up Abby and place her on legs which she held together and Abby would just lay there on her back and eventually go to sleep if you let her."

"When I say mischief, she was number 1 on the Hit Parade of Scotty, boy mom and dad are really going to be mad at me pranks. It was little things like chewing holes in our box springs, destroying shoes, high-heels were her favorite, and the immediate destruction of any toy that squeaked. We were so thankful that she grew out of most of these Scotty issues. It was always difficult to be mad at her because she could be so loving and comical at the same time. She loved to camp and especially when the dog parks at the KOA's were empty and we let all of them run off lead. It was Abby's job to patrol the entire perimeter while our others were running helter-skelter without regard for anything. Once her job was done then she'd join in. As the years rolled by Abby continued to adopt new routines to keep us on our feet at all times, such as sitting next to my chair at the breakfast table so the leftover milk in my cereal bowl did not go to waste. Her patience was usually very short with me because I did not eat fast enough to suit her. Once I was done then she'd quit barking and she set about enjoying her bounty. Yes we did indulge her but isn't that what having a Scotty is all about?"

"Her health was always good with the exception that she took thyroid meds all her life. Yet time grants no free passes. She eventually became deaf (not selective hearing) and her eye sight began to fail. Yet she still was our Abby only in a slower version with less prancing. She began to sleep a lot and several months back I took her in for an exam. Her blood panels showed that her kidneys were starting to fail. Not unexpected for a Scotty girl over 13 years old but still hard to watch her fade. She moved less and less and when she did it was slow and shaky. Small seizures began to occur that would leave her immobile for about a minute at a time. Our hearts were heavy because we knew her time with us was drawing to a close. The day before yesterday she refused to eat and she had another seizure that lasted for about two minutes. It was time to help her on her journey to a better place where the inevitable never comes and pain and age do not exist. Yesterday morning as she was out in the run just standing there very unsure of herself our boy, Eddie the Cruiser honored her. He came up next to her, put his head over her body and gently nuzzled her. He stood next to her, tail bang up in a typical Scotty posturing position for several minutes. I've seen Scotties do this before and in different ways. It pulls at the strings of your heart. I could not write this yesterday as her leaving us hit very hard. Love and hold your Scots tight because tomorrow comes to soon."

"When my turn comes I'll look for the "Prancing Wheaten Scotty" running towards me over the Bridge."

For the love of Abby,

Mike, Candi, Binki
and the MistyMoors Clan

Caymus



Scottish Terrier

RB April 17, 2012

Lisa Gerstner

"Sycho Kat" Joe



Cat

Sept 1999-Apr 25, 2012

"Today I lost one of the lights of my life...
He was a funny little fellow -- would be quiet and calm while I petted and held him, then suddenly his teeth were wrapped around my nose.
He was the one who welcomed Chak with open paws, wanting to play with him the minute he came in the house. The two were the best of buddies. When I sat on the sofa to watch tv, Joe would drape himself over my shoulder and snuggle."

"I'll miss my little fellow. Rest in Peace, Mr. Joe."

Sue Stacy

Ginny Bufkin

RB 4-27-12

Devoted Scottie Mam
Very active in Scottie Rescue
Home of the annual Carolina Scots gathering

TKO Mad About You

"Maddie"

Scottish Terrier

Jan. 22, 2000 - May 2, 2012

"My precious alpha bitch, Maddie, passed this life into the next on Wed. A.M.
My dear sweet girl-- the one I showed at MKC who decided at 8 months that she wasn't lead broken afterall and wouldn't go around the ring at Lulu. The class coming around the ring nearly ran into us. She refused to go up and back on Sunday for Annie Clark. Maddie did decide to learn to go up and down stairs at Arlene's house and anything else she made her mind up about. I put 8 points on her and when I saw she didn't enjoy the ring, I promised her she would never have to do it again and we didn't. She loved her home and yard for all her 12 years and three months and was in excellent health until this tragedy. There are 5 dogs & 3 cats in this house and most are elderly, she was the only one I wasn't worried about.

Maddie was a true Scottie bitch to the core. She ruled this clan with an iron paw, calm, determined and gentle and sweet, when food wasn't involved. She had one litter of 2 puppies and was a wonderful mother. She still licked Emma ( now 8, from head to toe) and tolerated no nonsense unless she wanted to play. When she played, it was no holds barred and she loved to lick my dinner plate when I was through. She knew the drill, everyone got a lick and then she could have the rest and she waited patiently, but when it was her turn, get out of the way, that plate was hers, paws planted on both sides.

When I brought home a Westie puppy bitch, Nessa, for my son 7 years ago, Maddie hyperventilated, thinking it was my puppy. I was shocked, I didn't know she cared that much about me. Nessa wanted to be alpha and Maddie would have none of it. They held a grudging respect for each other and when they went out to potty, Nessa stalked Maddie around the yard and would mark over her spots. Maddie ignored her.

My son Jeff favored his Westie and Maddie didn't miss the disparity of treats. She held Jeff accountable and would let me know he was favoring the westie-- her arch nemesis-- we would be in the kitchen and Maddie would stare Jeff down and then look at me and give her two sharp barks and I would tell her "give him hell Maddie" and she would continue to stare at him, bark and then look at me to tell me "I told him!" over and over. I loved it and Jeff and I would laugh.

All I can say is that she was the best Scottie bitch in every way that counts-- feisty, full of life, fabulous temperament, beautiful, loved her food, her home and me-- and gave me everything she had-- why do we always feel like we never give them enough in return.

The kids and I are heartbroken-- there will never be another Maddie and we are lost without her. It feels like 10 dogs have left the house-- she had such a presence-- the rest are quiet as mice.

It is so empty here."

Ann