We’re back in last days of September of 2012. My family had been looking for a Scottish Terrier since the middle of the summer, without luck. It seems that we are quite scarce and hard to find.
I arrived home by messenger and thinking about it now… it was quite funny. My human mum opened my box and put a couple of bowls with food and water. However, she didn’t took me out because she thought my teeth were too big and she was scared 😛 . From my eyes… she was the really big one!
I spent the whole day inside my cage because I was totally scared of my new home. When my human dad arrived from work, he took me out and we all started meeting each other.
The first days were very cool, they wanted to play with me all the time. I had a comfortable place to sleep, good food… the only problem was that I didn’t know how to wait to make my things outside. Said otherwise my humans were “a little bit busy” cleaning several times per day.
My first visit to the vet can’t be described as scary. I was very confident with my family, so I knew nothing bad could happen. The vet looked at me upside down, put me a couple of injections including something called “chip”, and gave my humans a blue book. The refer to it like “my passport”.
The vet said I was well for a 3-4 months’ puppy. Really? I was already almost 6 months old! Then they looked at my papers together to check my birthday date, they looked and my teeth… and yes. I was a 6 months Scottish Terrier with the size and weight of a 4 months one
My humans were then a little bit worried. I didn’t know how to run or jump, or even bark. I was very silent (although they’ve always liked that from me) and very slow. They were sad because probably my breeder wasn’t taking very good care of me before. At least I was eating very well now!
On the first month at home I doubled my weight and grew to my normal dimensions for my age. I learnt to run and play with other dogs on the neighbourhood… despite they were all very big.
I loved to play fetch with the ball, and to find hidden treats at home. But making my things outside… I still needed some months…uhm…I preferred the calm and intimacy of my home.
Probably I should have mentioned that going on the car is not my favourite thing. I wasn’t lucky with that. We went somewhere almost every weekend! The good part is that quite often it was the countryside. I love being on the countryside! Especially when I can dig.
Did you know that terrier on my breed name comes from that? We love digging and going into holes.
I leave you some pics from that period. Feel free to comment and, don’t worry I already know my look wasn’t terrible…an earlier visit to the groomer would have been a good idea 😛
See you soon!