Scrapping Thoughts

Born July 23rd, the only girl in a litter of five puppies — here’s Baby Macalester!

Rachel and I went to see the pups for the first time tonight. Sarah has strep, so I made her stay home with John. We could only stay for a few minutes, as the owners had just gotten home from their lake place. I found out that the pups go with to the lake place, so they’re travelin’ dogs right off the bat! That bodes well.

The pup’s ears are up (way early!) and her nose it starting to grow. She looks more “Scottie” than do her brothers, who look like little bear cubs. Also, she was the smallest at birth, and now is almost as big as the biggest boy. Her eyes just opened up today.

She looked at me, and I fell in love. I sure hope she continues to thrive, grow, and be healthy.

Here’s some photos of the entire litter. If you’re wondering why Macalester is off from the bunch in the initial picture, well that’s where I set her down after holding her.

It took her about 30 seconds to belly-crawl her way over to the main puppy pile shown in the second picture.

She seems very strong and determined too. Sally the groomer may have her hands full, again.

Update: This is also Laddie’s litter photo. I’m glad to have had this photo of both pups from the litter. Carol Anne 8/18/2019

I discovered yesterday that Scotties DO shed — I have all these short, black hairs on my floor. They’re too short to belong to Sarah or Rachel. Sydney is the only culprit.

And speaking of the culprit — here she is now, at my feet, wanting to go outside at 2:30 am. Cie la guerre!!

Gotta take the dog out.

As I mentioned in a previous posting to the list, we buried Macalester’s ashes between her two favorite roses. One of the roses, a Henry Hudson, was dying — I noticed it the week Macalester started to fail. At the time of Macalester’s burial, I had cut it back to the point where it was essentially three sticks coming out of the ground — the only part of this huge rose that had survived.

I am happy to report that Henry Hudson lives! The rose is coming back strong and has many new branches. Perhaps I will have a rose bud sometime late this summer. I think the combination of rainfall and Macalester’s ashes have helped this bush come back to life.

And there is another miracle — a week ago I noticed a tiny sprout has come out of the ground, at Macalester’s burial spot. But it is growing fast and strong — it is 8 inches tall now, and is most definitely another Henry Hudson. I don’t know if it is a shoot of the main bush, or if it is one of the seed pods from the bush has taken hold.

Seeing these roses become vigorous plants makes my heart glad. You see, about 6 months ago, before she became ill, Macalester walks up to me in the kitchen, looked me in the eye, and said with her eyes, “I won’t be here long”. I told my husband about it, as it seemed so silly as Macalester seemed to be the picture of health. But she was right.

But then, she may not be physically with me, but that strong, stubborn Scottie spirit seems to have become part of those Henry Hudson roses. And she is still with me. When they finally bloom, I’ll bet the roses will smell twice as sweet.

Carol Anne