Duncan Is Two

Actually, he's two years and three months old.  I had planned to write about him in January, when he turned two, but I was still sick at that time and wasn't really blogging.  However, I haven't posted about Mr. Duncan in ages, so I thought I should bring you up to date on the little rascal.  :-D

We haven't taken many pictures of him recently; these were from last September, on our way to the Blue Ridge Parkway.  Mr. Bright Eyes.  :)

These were taken when Mr. Forest Manor got sick this past November, and Duncan was keeping him company.  This is the pet sofa cover we purchased from "Improvements" online.  It has really saved our sofa.

Love this picture.  :)

My regular readers may remember these pictures that the breeder was e-mailing to us once a week or so after the puppies were born.

That's Himself right in the middle,

and that's him turning away -- already bored with this picture-taking business.  That should have been our first clue.  ;)  Aren't they little cuties?!

He was sooo cute when we first brought him home.

Look how big his collar was.  :)  The little plaid, fabric Scottie was given to him by Jane, the breeder.  It was so cute, but after awhile, the ears and tail got pulled off.

This was such a nice bed that I found for a really good price at Tuesday Morning, and it matched the colors in our den so well.  He doesn't get that whole "beds are for sleeping" concept.  He chewed and chewed on this until his sharp puppy teeth punctured little holes all over and the stuffing started coming out.  Sigh. The previous five pictures were taken the day we brought him home from the breeder.

This was pretty much our experience with the little Scottish Terrorist Terrier for the first whole year (or more).  Biting us all the time and everything else he could get his teeth on.  He chewed the electric cords, the carpet, his beds, papers, his training pads -- you get the idea.  Whew!  We thought our first Scottie years ago was a handful, but Duncan tops them all.

You may remember the time we went out for a few minutes and returned to find him "wearing" his training pad like a super-hero cape.  Still not sure how he managed that.  ;)

And then there was the time I noticed he was wearing a new, blue "collar" only to discover he had managed to separate his double-ring chew toy and stick his head through one of the rings.  That's our boy.  ;)  You can see the other ring on the floor behind him.  Sigh.  Then there was the time my husband got down on the floor to take a piece of paper away from Duncan, and Duncan snatched Hal's glasses off his face and sped off down the hall with them.  It would not have been funny if he'd torn up the glasses, but I was laughing so hard I could hardly breathe.  :-D  Sorry, I don't have a picture of that party prank.  

Here he is wearing the cone of shame after having been neutered.

I have to confess looking back through all these pictures really makes me laugh.  :-D  Every other dog we've had was really flummoxed by the Elizabethan collar, or cone of shame.  Bonnie and MacDuff both had to wear one occasionally for different reasons, and they both hated it.  They'd just stand still and look totally miserable; they had a hard time figuring out how to walk or lie down.  Not this one.  He just motored right along -- didn't slow him down a bit.  In fact, we really had to watch him to make sure he didn't chew on his stitches even with the cone on.  He's too smart for us, folks.

Thank the Good Lord I can say that he has finally calmed down some.  He's still a live wire, though, and I don't know that he'll ever be an easy dog.  Just when we think we've finally got him figured out, he changes his tactics.  You know how all breeds have certain common traits throughout the breed, but each dog still has his own individual personality?  Duncan has the Scottie characteristics, just as Bonnie and MacDuff did, but he has some traits that they didn't share.

For instance, he chases his tail.  That always cracks me up, because I've never had a dog that chased its tail.  I know that some dogs do it, of course, but he does it on a fairly regular basis.  Also, he watches television, I mean seriously watches it.  Unfortunately, he feels compelled to bark at anything he doesn't like on the screen, usually commercials.  Hal and I never realized how many commercials feature dogs, but Duncan sure notices.  He barks at dogs, horses, cows (the Chick Fil-A commercials) the talking lion on the Food Lion commercials, and any kind of animated character.  The one that totally sets him off, though, is the "Car Fax" commercial with the animated Car Fox.  That animated fox looks too much like a second or third cousin to him evidently.  ;)  Duncan also howls when he gets really excited, just like a little Beagle.  The Scottie I had when I was growing up did the same thing.

Yep folks, that first year and a half was tough -- we must be getting old.  I think we've all three come a long way though, so I guess we'll keep him.  ;)  He still exasperates us and frequently outwits us, but he is our little funny bunny, and we're glad he came to live with us.  Oh, and by the way, he still won't sleep in a bed -- thinks they're all big chew toys.

 Thanks so much for stopping by; the weekend's almost here again, and we hope you have a good one!

Hugs,

Denise and Duncan