In The Hood

That’s my Scottie, Andy, and yours truly on an old chair lift in Snowmass, Colorado.  This pic was my 1996 Christmas card.  It was captioned “Every lassie has her laddie.”

I was also the proud owner of Scotties, Kayo Murdoch and Gillis.

(That’s Gillis on the left, Andy in the middle and Murdoch on the right.)

As many of you know, I am bananas about that breed.

I have already written about the joys of being owned by a Scottish Terrier. ICYMI here it is.

And I have a few knickknacks around the house with some Scottie stuff on them.  An ashtray Nick got me in Mexico, (?) an old bar pitcher with the logo of Black and White Scotch on it, a tartan purse with some little Scotties on the front, a cool bakelite deco pin.

Fodor Travel Sidebar:  Oddly, I never found ANY Scottie stuff in Scotland.  Nothing.  The best I could do was take photographs of the Greyfriar’s Bobby statue in Edinburgh.  (And he was a Skye Terrier so it doesn’t count.)

But given the vast amount of Scottish Terrier stuff out there, I am pretty restrained.

I even know a Scottie-mad couple who have Scottish Terrier toilet paper.

(I do love this licorice, however.  And if you want to send me some for Christmas, I would never say no.)

You get the idea.

When I see a Scottie on the street, I turn to mush.  I have to pet it.

And I want a Scottie puppy in the worst way- until I recover my senses and realize that my life has no place for a dog at the moment.  Put that on the “Things To Do In The Future” list.

A minor- and harmless- obsession I’d say.

So I was in Pittsburgh recently and visited the Carnegie Mellon campus.  Pretty neat.  All those smart kids working on biodegradable electronics, secret self-driving car projects for Uber and super futuristic robots that can operate on you.

Awesome.

As TBF and I strolled around the campus, my eye was drawn to this sign.

I simply had to go into the book store to see what was up.

And then I saw it.

OMG! A hoodie with a Scottie on it.

I couldn’t believe my eyes.  There was an adorable Scottish Terrier on the front of that sweatshirt.  Not a badger or wolverine or lion or a tiger or a bear.

Here’s why.

TBF saw me cooing over it.

It’s in my closet now.

Like I always say…

Scotties rule!