In Loving Memory of
Alice
And this is not New ...news...its something you may not know about the breed.... Please read....
Good with Kids? (lyrics ©2004 Kate Connick)
Recommended breeds for kids Never list the Scot. Reputation has it, His temper is too hot.
Inscrutable and rabbit-fast, Jaws like an angry gator; Bite first. Bite hard. Ask questions later.
Rescue groups get loads of Scots That will not suffer brats - They look at kids suspiciously Like hairless, biped rats.
But which creates the problem - Dogs or utter fools Who never really sit them down And teach the kids some rules?
Don't pull his tail. Don't take his food. Don't chase him 'round. Don't be rude. Don't tease him, squeeze him, sit on him. Don't treat him like a toy. Treat him like you would treat Another girl or boy.
Kids might not seem very large, But a Scottie could get hurt. We are so much bigger, And he's just a little squirt.
He likes when kids are gentle And stroke him on the back. A bear-hug to a little dog Can feel like an attack.
Screaming, running banshees Confuse his hunter's mind. Dispatching frantic vermin Is the reason for his kind.
A bit of kid himself, Of toys and treats, he's fond. Sharing these, well supervised Can help to seal a bond.
Don't pull his tail. Don't take his food. Don't chase him 'round. Don't be rude. Don't tease him, squeeze him, sit on him. Don't treat him like a toy. Treat him like you would treat Another girl or boy.
I grew up with a Scottie mix. We had a lot of fun. If I could re-live history, He'd still be the one.
Keep your goldens and your labs. Scottie - kid's best friend. Patient, loyal, loving; Trustworthy to the end.
Kids are trying on the nerves. We know that's all too real. But supervision and some rules Make it a winning deal.
Don't pull his tail. Don't take his food. Don't chase him 'round. Don't be rude. Don't tease him, squeeze him, sit on him. Don't treat him like a toy. Treat him like you would treat Another girl or boy.
I said a prayer to St. Bernard. He turns lost into found. I languish in this prison cell At the local pound.
A Scottie out there needs you. She's past the puppy stage. Heart heavy now and lonely, Abandoned in her cage. Breeders are one way to go, But don't forget adoption. One thoughtless person's discard Might be your winning option.
My first home said they loved me, But not enough, I fear. When other interests took their time, They chose to leave me here.
Reluctant to trust strangers, In my run, I hang far back. My coat is damp and matted Like a dirty, dark haystack.
Whenever someone greets me, I end up being told, "You're sweet but mighty stinky, And really just too old."
A Scottie out there needs you. She's past the puppy stage. Heart heavy now and lonely, Abandoned in her cage. Breeders are one way to go, But don't forget adoption. One thoughtless person's discard Might be your winning option.
And so I wait and hope and pray, Not giving in just yet. I've heard rumors of a miracle They call the Internet.
Find a date, a quote, cheap pills, Or maybe a stray pup. I keep hoping that the timing's right And someone looks me up.
Delete the spam, bypass the porn. This is your reminder. Go type "Scottish Terrier" In the search box at Petfinder.
A Scottie out there needs you. She's past the puppy stage. Heart heavy now and lonely, Abandoned in her cage. Breeders are one way to go, But don't forget adoption. One thoughtless person's discard Might be your winning option.
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