Duncan, my brave, wise, silent ponderer.
We received the unexpected call from the Scottish Terrier Rescue, just prior to April 1, April Fools Day. Truth was, this was no joke. We drove an hour and a half to go see him, knowing full well, we’d be riding home with this 4 year old little boy.
Shaved due to his matted coat, first glance, he didn’t appear to be anything special. He smelled a bit like medicine. I grabbed the leash, and walked along side of him, as if it was something we’ve done a million times. We walked the edges of the rest stop, our meeting place. Definitely, he was coming home. We could love this boy. He was little, compared to our other Scottie, and he had a bigger head than we were used to. Kinda funny, in a pitiful way, it was definate he was going to be our new family member.