The answer to many a question, was there an 'Itchy'...yes there was, this is my beautiful Itchy, shortly before she died while we were living in Florida. She had heart failure and at age 13 left my home. She was the sweetest little Cairn terrier, unlike her successor Scratchy, who's been a heathen from the beginning.
Itchy was true to her terrier lineage though, fearless and hating cats. But a face that would launch a thousand ships, we were inseparable, my little shadow. I don't know if she liked living in Florida as much as Iowa, I do know I always had to carry her when we walked to the lake, she sensed the gators and wasn't having any part of being on the menu. Unfortunately, most of my pictures of her were lost to computer malfunction, but I treasure the ones left.
Then there's the heathen...Scratchy has been a course in patience from the get-go...always the neighborhood terrorist, barking and bullying. I always had compassion for Itchy, as Scratchy took over the territory, but as you can see from the first mugshot taken of her at the vet, she is a charmer, soon growing into the collar and ruling the roost.
Scratchy, however loved Florida. Chasing lizards was her reason to live. She would spend hours staring at bushes, waiting for the hapless creatures to run 'cross her path, many losing a tail in the process and her covered in moss and stuff continually. But what a hoot to watch, truly the 'Scratchy show'. I'll never forget the time she chased the neighbor's two dobermans out of the yard...NO FEAR!!!
Itchy was true to her terrier lineage though, fearless and hating cats. But a face that would launch a thousand ships, we were inseparable, my little shadow. I don't know if she liked living in Florida as much as Iowa, I do know I always had to carry her when we walked to the lake, she sensed the gators and wasn't having any part of being on the menu. Unfortunately, most of my pictures of her were lost to computer malfunction, but I treasure the ones left.Then there's the heathen...Scratchy has been a course in patience from the get-go...always the neighborhood terrorist, barking and bullying. I always had compassion for Itchy, as Scratchy took over the territory, but as you can see from the first mugshot taken of her at the vet, she is a charmer, soon growing into the collar and ruling the roost.
Scratchy, however loved Florida. Chasing lizards was her reason to live. She would spend hours staring at bushes, waiting for the hapless creatures to run 'cross her path, many losing a tail in the process and her covered in moss and stuff continually. But what a hoot to watch, truly the 'Scratchy show'. I'll never forget the time she chased the neighbor's two dobermans out of the yard...NO FEAR!!!But now Scratch is content to ride shotgun(sometimes)on our forays to the land beyond the pink chateau. Partner in crime to the adventures she seeks in 'The Land of Vole', her special place in our world, as she diligently chases(and catches)the hapless creatures that frequent the chateau. But it makes for great sport and plenty of tall tales in "the Chronicles of No-Scratchy'...stay tuned...
PS...both Scratchy and Itchy were and are females, I know she looks too bad to be a girl...but has the heart of a she-wolf...my bud!
