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”
Sgt. Angus Fala
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Oooh, what’s a Connecticut chewie? I’m going to be there in a few weeks!
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I’m gonna look on the package and see. I love this chewie so much, Connecticut must be to chewies like Cuba is to cigars and Scotland is to terriers
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Enjoy dat chew.
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Dat chewy looks nice. Uza be lucky..😊😊
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I’m into Scotties but not into military stuff. Been there, did that, it was stupidity.
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Well, we certainly agree, after a hard days work a fella is entitled to a little relaxing Chew!
The Mad Scots
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You are so dedicated Sgt Angus. You always have control of any situation. Yeh, I agree that you are entitled to your down time in the evening. That chew is going to take you a longgggg time. Enjoy
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