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Rockin' & Rollin'
Perhaps you've seen bumper stickers on motor homes, "If you see me rockin' don't come knockin'a crude sort of `Do Not Disturb' sign. In Tennessee there's a wee Scottie traveler named `Mackie' who has a different interpretation of the "If you see me rockin'" sign.
Seems Mackie is a ham and loves the attention he gets from fellow RVers whenever he travels with his folks. He's the center of attention at whatever campground he visits. But it's never enough. So Mackie has invented his own surefire way to say, "Hey, world. Look at ME!" Whenever the curtains are open in the front window of the motorhome and anyone walks by the front of the RV, Mackie jumps into the driver's seat, puts his front paws on the steering wheel and rocks back and forth to make the horn blow at the people!
Pretty effective, too. Mackie's way of saying, "If you see me rockin' please come knockin'!"
Diana Smith, Goodlettesville, TN
On the subject of motorhomes and camping an Illinois reader sends a special memory of a dear Scottie named `Ben.'
Seems the Kwolik family enjoys the great outdoors. They were camping in Door County Wisconsin a few years ago at a campground set in a heavily wooded area.
It was a beautiful evening. Ken and Valerie were sitting together in lawn chairs feeling like kids again, caught up in the romance of the Wisconsin night sky. Ben was in the mood, too, on a leash beside Val.
Ken felt black fur at his feet and half wondered why the dog was suddenly near his leg. Closer inspection revealed that the `black Scottie' he thought was at his side was wearing uncharacteristic white stripes on its back! Ken was looking down the business end of a skunk!
Quick as a wink Ben was there nose to nose with that skunk. He didn't bark, but whatever silent communication passed between them that night worked like a charm. Mr. Stinky took off without spraying Ben or the Kwoliks.
I suspect that skunk knew that night in Wisconsin he had met close and personal a remarkable Scottie too classy to spray.
Valerie Kwolik, McHenry, IL
There are not many kids around these days drawn to eat liver. In this editor's boyhood days it was no different. To this day I can induce involuntary throat convulsions just thinking about trying to swallow liver.
But to a Scottish Terrier it's different. Liver is like desert.
On the topic of liver and children, a reader tells of being visited by out-of-state relatives years ago. The Aunt brought her Scottie named, Laddie, who was a thoroughly indulged wee Scotsman. The visiting Aunt busily set about to prepare wee Laddie's favorite dish: liver. The little dog sat at the Aunt's feet in rapt anticipation as the scent of frying liver filled the kitchen.
It all had a lingering effect. When the Aunt left with her Scottie and when the kids' Mother tried to prepare liver for the family supper the children wailed in protest "we are not going to eat dog food!"
Julianne King, Internet
Who Gets The Cheese?
It may be true that the early bird gets the worm, but it's the second mouse that gets the cheese. There is a clever Scottie in Blytheville, Arkansas, who knows precisely what I mean. Seems the three resident Scotties at the Winsett house, Toughy, Britches, and Rosie, were doing the `slumber party' thing with Mom, Donna, early one morning when she couldn't sleep. Donna fixed a sandwich and grabbed a bag of taco chips and piled up in her bed for a snack with the dogs. When she opened the bag of chips out popped a very unwelcome mouse!
It was bedlam. Mouse and dogs were everywhere at once, off the bed and around the chairs they went in a Keystone Cops chase.
All except Toughy, the resident calm, cool, and collected Scottie at the Winsett house. Toughy knew a good thing when he saw it. He inched his way over toward the forgotten tray on the bed. He wasn't interested in catching that darned mousehe wanted Donna's ham sandwich!
Donna Winsett, Blytheville, AR