Last Daytime Patrol of the Year

2014 Dec 31 Last PatrolTo: Scottie High Command
From: Sgt. Angus Fala
Date: 31 December 2014
Time: 08:00 Local Time
Location: Local Proximity and Environs, Firebase Angus Fala

Description: Went on a patrol this morning with Private Ainsley McKenna.  Seen here, you can tell we went out equipped in our Winter Gear, as the actual temperature was 1 degree Fahrenheit (-17 degrees Celsius), with a windchill approaching negative 10.  Ainsley was wearing her full dress Battle Scottie Uniform, as supplied by Scottie Logistics – Southern Division (B. Murray- Australia).  I have lost far much to weight to wear my dress uniform from Ms. Murray, so I had to wear just a conventional sweater.  Even then, it just hanged off me. Normally, as you know, I mock Scotties that wear their sweaters when it is like 40 degrees, but once we approach zero, we appreciate the warmer gear.

Enemy Encounters: None.  Very quiet.  We did get barked at by the Yorkies from their position in the front window of the next door house, but they are not hostile.  Just stoopid.

Unless an emergency arises, my next communication will be in 2015.


Sgt. Angus Fala

Well Well Well – Look what the Paternity Lawyer Dragged in…


So this morning, we were sitting around the conference table at Angus Manor, celebrating Ainsley’s 5th Birthday yesterday by pointing out all her shortcomings when we had a knock on the door….


“Who is it? “I barked?

“Is there a Mr. Biggie Bear here?,” said the man in the suit with the slick backed oily hair

“Yes, he is an unpaid intern here at Angus Fala Worldwide Enterprises” I growled

“I’m a Dallas Texas Attorney.  My name is Dewey Cheatem, and I have something for Mr. Bear – HERE!  It’s his son!”

Well, lo and behold, we now have a Hippie Bear Cub at the Manor.  I asked Mr. Bear to explain himself – and he said “well, boss, it was a turbulent time, and I was working as an undercover bear at an anti war protest rally in Austin, and let’s just say it was me…it was her…a bottle of tequlia…love in the air…and a night of passion”


Well, this kinda makes the year in review of Ainsley’s shortcomings pale in significance, I’d say.


In the Book Of Scotties, it is written that Scotties view cats as Vermin.  And a Scottish Terrier is supposed to eliminate his planet of all Vermin.  That is the mission we have been tasked with and we take it seriously.  All Scotties, even my dwarf Scottie sister Ainsley, know this.

Unfortunately, no one told my hooman staff.

I have lived with cats since day one here at Angus Manor.  When I arrived on the scene on Father’s Day, 2001, there were 3 here – a 17 year old Black Cat named Prissy, an 8 year old Siamese named Dinah, and a long haired orange boy named Pickles. I learned quickly they all have their claws, and if I chase them, I get reprimanded by the staff.  Well, the three original cats have all moved on to the cat equivalent of the rainbow bridge, 3 other cats have come and gone from the manor, and now we only have the gray haired twins, Herman and Lily.  As Cats go, they seem ok.  Never give me trouble, and never would dare to lay a paw on me in anger.  In fact, sometimes they snuggle up to me when I am sleeping, and I don’t pay them any attention.  They aren’t family, but I know to leave them alone, so I pretty much ignore them.  anguscatAnd here’s what sometimes makes me appreciate cats.  Occasionally, hoomans will have a bag of food on the counter, and since cats have counter privileges here and the skills to jump up to high spaces, they will sometimes push the bag of food down to Scottie level.  Sweet!  And sometimes, the hoomans forget to put the catfood out of Scottie paw reach, and there is nothing more delicious than cat food, except maybe the cat litter poo hors d’oeuvres.   Here I am partaking in some delicious forbidden cat food.catfood4

So I am open minded enough to appreciate the feline species.  As you see here…Angus Hello KittyHowever, for the past week, Hooman sister has been visiting us.  And while her presence is most welcome, she brought her two evil cats – Diablo Uno and Diablo Dos.  And they are pure unmitigated undiluted evil.  They get into everything, always thinking of ways to cause trouble, and aren’t above trying to hiss at me and  slap me with their claws.

So I have been reading a volume out of the Non-Fiction section of the Angus Manor Library – and I am quite concerned.  Diablo Uno and Dos are supposed to be leaving tomorrow.  Til then, I think I will be sleeping with one eye open.CatBookDec2014

Talk to you next week – I hope!

Sgt. Angus Fala

Christmas Night at The Aunt Judy Inn

Last night, me, Ainsley, Mr. Bear, and the hooman staff had a little party at Aunt Judy and Uncle Bob’s.  For those of you who don’t know them, they aren’t actually related to us by blood – just good friends and neighbors who had Scotties for years, but their last Scotties, Liberty and Casssidy, died a few years ago.

So anyway, Aunt Judy and Uncle Bob invite us over every Christmas, so last night was our night.  I played Santa, and the sign says Ainsley is Nice and Mr. Bear is Naughty.  I can’t say I would have figured as much, but if the sign says so, it must be true.  Can’t argue with authorityDSCN0682.

Christmas Performance Bonus Time at Angus Fala Worldwide Enterprises

Merry Christmas from me, the CEO, at Angus Fala Worldwide Enterprises!

Today Ms. Mary in the front office distributed the performance bonuses (aka treats) to me, Ainsley, and Mr. Bear.  (See Pic)2014 XmasPerformanceBonusIf you notice closely, you can see that Mr. Bear shocked and awed us with his skills.  He can balance a treat on his nose FOR HOURS, and never seems tempted to eat it.  Weird huh?  I bet he is sorry his mouth is sewed shut now!

We got lots of performance bonuses, because our performance must be good.  Our business is Angus Fala Worldwide, and business is good!

Now, back to work!

Sgt. Angus Fala, CEO
Angus Fala Worldwide Enterprises

Safety First at Angus Fala Worldwide International

We are happy here at Angus Manor, Worldwide HQ for Angus Fala Worldwide International, that Hooman Sister is spending the Christmas week with us from her home in Oklahoma.

But did she have to bring her cats tooooooooooooo?

A little background – As you may know, we live with twin gray cats, Herman and Lily.  As cats go, they don’t give us no trouble.  They never slap us or hiss at us, and know their place is to stay on high ground and occasionally push down some treats or food on the floor so we Scotties can confiscate.  Don’t get me wrong – I’m not soft on cats – I know cats are vermin but we tolerate Herman & Lily, pretty much most of the time, cause if we give chase we immediately hear from the staff “ANGUS – AINSLEY – LEAVE THE CATS ALONE!!!”   So we have a detente toward the cats.  We don’t view them as real , but we grudgingly tolerate them as long as they stay high – literally.

However, this week it is a different story.  Hooman sis brought her cats from Oklahoma.  I call them Diablo Uno and Diablo Dos, because they are evil personified – or in this case, catified.  They hiss, they slap, they bite, they fight, they open cabinets, they jump on things – in short they are pure 100% unadulterated evil.

So because I want to be safe, I wear my safety gear around these cats.  Like you see here…when Diablo Dos had the high ground on me, and can reign destruction on my head, I decided it was time to don my hard hat.  Now, I just need to find my safety goggles.

December 2014 Construction Site
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Angus Fala, International Scottie of Mystery

Hello Everyone.

Sorry I have not posted to my diary here this weekend.  I’ve been busy.  Incognito, if you will.

I got a call from the head guy in the big house.  Can’t tell you exactly who – but let’s just call him Barry O.  He said, and I quote:

“Angus with your Disguises so Bright – Won’t you be my top secret spy tonight?”

So of course I had to say yes.  Flattery and treats will get you everywhere with me.

So there I was, dropped in a undisclosed country (Can’t tell you where, but I will give you a hint – it rhymes with “Korth Norea”) in a High Altitude Low Opening Scottie Parachute.  It’s a highly regimented, police state country, so I had to rely on my full array of disguises.  See below.

Can’t tell you the outcome of my mission.  Let’s just say though – Enjoy the Movies.

Sgt. Angus Fala