As a Accredited and Registered Member of Scottie Nation, and as a senior Sergeant in the Scottie Army, my days are filled with training, sentry duty, and patrolling the mean and dangerous streets of my home.
So come evening time, I relish coming in to the warm barracks, get some chow (Mama hates it when I call Angus Manor a barracks, and her food chow, but hey, military lingo is an important means of quick efficient communications) and take a load off my feet andrelax in the den.
And pull out of my skirt an imported Connecticut Chewie courtesy of Katherine (hooman mama of my first internet friend – the late great Scottie named Liz, taken out by a single small solitary tick who gave her Lyme Disease) and her new Wheaten Pup named Grace..
So that’s it troops. Time for a break. Take five, and “Chew Em If You Got Em”