Point is, I've LOVED Scotties ever since I was little. I love their stumpy bodies, giant heads, whiskery beards, and prideful little trots. I picked out a name for my future Scottie over 10 years ago, so all I needed to complete the plan was a living, breathing dog. Pets weren't allowed in our apartment complex in Chicago, so as soon as we moved to New Orleans, I began waging my campaign. I found someone selling Scottie pups in a nearby town, so I printed several pictures of a closeup of one of their sweet little faces, laminated them, and strategically placed them all over the house. On the fridge. In Ray's wallet. On his pillow. Taped on the car dash. Ray caved to my insanity, Sir Whiskers MacTavish became my furry companion, and I began collecting Scottie paraphernalia like nobody's bizzznass.
Now that I've painted a complete picture of my Scottie-induced madness, you can probably picture my reaction to the following a little bit better:
Here are all my goodies from Clover & Violet!!! Is it sad that I immediately recognized her Flickr name because she has a Scottie icon that I'd commented on before?
During this picture I was thinking, "oh, it will be so cute if I hold the notepad next to Whiskers and take a picture of him doing the same pose as the dog on the notepad"
While I was trying to capture that shot, Whiskers decided he didn't like the looks of my notepad anymore...so he turned on it, bit down, and violently fought me for it (all while I'm still trying to hold the camera with one hand and snap a photo). His eyes were staring right into mine saying "just let go of it you devil woman!"
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU JENNIE! I absolutely love my loot and can't wait to use it at my desk! I'll snap a photo so you can see all your hard work in action :)