Hi friends – Heather and Mr. K here. As we head into that most wonderful time of year again – the Season of Scotties - we want to be sure all the future Scottie Moms (and Dads) are taken care of this holiday season. With the abundance of Scottie-adorned clothing and accessories popping up in stores everywhere, what easier way is there to spread a little Scottie Love to the world than by giving the gift of our favorite Scottie items to future Scottie Moms and Dads in need? Think about it: all it took for our Scottie Mom to be sold on Scotties was watching Disney’s Lady and the Tramp and a favorite set of kids’ Scottie pajamas!
So, here’s what we propose: a Scottie giving tree! Find your favorite Scottie item(s) like clothing, stuffed animals or other accessories and donate them to a local boys’ and girls’ shelter. Be sure to take a picture, Scottie friends, of you and the items you choose and maybe even of you dropping the items off with your hoomans! Then, share it on the Scottie Mom facebook page or email the photos to thescottiemom(at)gmail(dot)com. We will send an extra special holiday treat to you as a token of our thanks for helping to bring cheer to future Scottie Moms and Dads everywhere and promoting the Season of Scotties!
Want to make an even bigger Scottie splash this holiday season? Get together with fellow Scotties in your area and make a pawty out of it by delivering everything as a group! We think you’ll win over lots of future Scottie Moms and Dads that way. Not a hooman kid kind of Scottie? That’s okay! Have your hooman make a donation to your local Scottie rescue in your honor. Our Scottie Mom will be sure to send you a holiday greeting as well once you send the name of the rescue to which you donated. Questions? Have your Scottie Mom (or Dad) email our Scottie Mom and she’ll be happy to help! Deadline to get your stuff in and still get a special something from us Scots by Christmas is December 15. Looking forward to spreading some Scottie love around the world with you this holiday season, friends! Love, Heather and Mr. K.
Recently, Scottie Mom Krissy wrote me for advice:
Hi Scottie Mom! I have had poor Keira on allergy shots for a while now, and her itching doesn’t seem to be getting better. She is allergic to cats, but we have cats. I want to find a way to help her, besides her medicated shampoo. Do you have any advice? The vets aren’t much help.
Ironically, shortly after I got Scottie Mom Krissy’s message, I noticed Mr. K started itching more. Mr. K and I have been through the allergy thing for some time now but until recently, I thought our problems were solved. A vet friend of ours likes to say I’m allergic to Mr. K and he’s allergic to me (although, as you can see, that doesn’t keep us apart). He scratches and licks his paws. I sneeze. A lot. So, at the vet’s suggestion, we increased the number of baths he took to one per week and switched his food to Blue Basics. My treatment, on the other hand, is to tough it out with over-the-counter medicine as needed and snuggle him as much as possible (very therapeutic, I assure you…).
This helped Mr. K’s scratching significantly and for the past few years, things have gone quite well. Admittedly, I’ve slacked off on the weekly baths but we’ve stuck to the diet. His scratching has gotten considerably worse in recent weeks and I’ve even begun to notice some random scabbing on his face and under his chin. So, I took a look at the food to make sure nothing major had changed and decided to try the grain free variation of Blue Basics. Our next course of action is to resume the baths and check in with a vet if things don’t calm down after that. While Keira’s situation seems much more severe than what Mr. K has experienced, I believe the weekly baths and maybe even switching her diet could help Keira as well.
One thing to consider is setting boundaries for the cats and Keira. For example, maybe the cats stay upstairs and Keira on the main level of your house. Or, if you’re like me and can’t stand the thought of having to separate your fur babies (especially if they are close like Heather and Mr. K), I would definitely make sure the cats don’t use Keira’s doggie bed, that Keira doesn’t use any cat beds and perhaps one or the other can use the couch exclusively – but not both. Try cleaning Keira’s doggie bed and anything that both Keira and the cats may come into contact with once a week or two. And vacuum frequently. This will help limit Keira’s exposure to cat dander and should reduce the number of times she comes into contact with allergens that aggravate her symptoms.
Additionally, I would recommend redoing the allergy test if you noticed the shots worked at first but not so much now. It is possible that Keira’s allergies have changed over time and therefore, it may be necessary to have the formula of the vaccine altered to help her with symptoms as well. Also, I have heard it can take up to a year to see results so keep that in mind if she hasn’t been on them very long. There is a percentage of dogs this treatment doesn’t work for…I sincerely hope Keira isn’t among those. If she is, there are a number of other things I’ve heard can help with dog allergies like fatty acid supplements and even antihistamines like Benadryl. However, I’m not a vet so I would check with a vet you trust before making a decision to try alternative treatments.
Speaking of vets, one thing that does concern me is that you say your vet isn’t very helpful. I’m a big believer in second opinions, especially when it comes to a Scottie’s health. If you feel your vet isn’t giving you or Keira the time, expertise or value you need, look around for someone that will. Taking care of your Scottie’s health can be challenging and you need a vet who not only knows a bit about issues that affect our Scotties but who is knowledgeable about latest treatment options while being open-minded to alternative therapies and lifestyle changes versus pushing an array of pills. I hope some of this has been helpful and that sweet Keira can find relief soon! As a lifelong allergy (and allergy shot) sufferer, I feel her pain. Fellow Scottie Moms and Dads, if I missed anything, feel free to weigh in here in the comments section below. Much love, The Scottie Mom.
It’s Wordless Wednesday, friends! That means we keep quiet while you tell us your deepest, darkest secrets. Ok, so we really don’t expect you to reveal that much…unless you’re trying to clear your doggie conscience before Santa Scottie comes around next month bearing gifts. How about you tell us something that makes you smile big like Mr. K here? Or, how about something you’re especially thankful for this holiday season? (Treats and table scraps, anyone?!) Happy Thanksgiving!
No, she isn’t Katniss Everdeen but Heather Beather knows a thing or two about a different kind of hunger game: the kind where Scottie Mom sleeps in a few minutes later than scheduled on weekends and sets Heather on a scavenger hunt for nourishment. Nose pressed to the ground, Heather Beather searches every nook and cranny of The Scottie House, hoping to find a scrap of food here and there. She checks every door, hoping someone left one of the bathroom doors partially closed again so she can raid the trash bins and munch on some TP fresh off the roll. If that fails, she sits at the bottom of the stairs, contemplating whether or not to disturb the peace before deciding that the hunger in her belly really is catching fire and the situation needs to be addressed immediately.
Up the stairs she goes. There’s a soft clap, clap, clap of her Scottie claws touching the floor. Both bedroom doors are closed. She sits and waits. Surely, Scottie Mom heard her coming up the stairs. She sniffs under the door, making an effort to huff and puff a little louder than usual to wake Scottie Mom. No luck. She nudges the door with her snout. It doesn’t budge. Heather Beather trots down the stairs to enlist the help of Mr. K, who’s always up for some mischief. Time to start the hunger games, Heather says. Mr. K gets out of the Scottie bed, shakes off sleep and stretches his muscles. He lets out the battle cry, which sounds like a cross between a yawn and a half-woken ‘ArRRroO,” and follows Heather Beather to the stairs. Confident the battle cry awakened their hoomans, they wait at the foot of the stairs. But, much to their surprise, they don’t come.
Outraged, the two Scotties plan their rebellion. Now, it isn’t just one Scottie affected by hunger in the belly – it’s two! Scottie Mom is now eight minutes behind schedule. Mr. K does a perimeter check, making sure Heather Beather didn’t miss out on any opportunities to find grub. Nothing turns up. Together, they circle Scottie Island – the magical place in which the food is kept – like sharks. Each takes a turn trying their paw at the door. When that fails, they put their heads together and decide to race up the stairs – clap, clap, clapping their claws on the floor as loudly as they can. When they get to the door, Heather gives Mr. K the signal and he declares war on the sleeping hoomans: “Aaarf!”
There’s movement behind the door. The two Scotties get ready for battle. That door will open any moment. Who will they have to challenge? Scottie Mom or Scottie Dad? Or both! Footsteps are getting closer. Heather and Mr. K back up, ready to charge the door in protest of their mistreatment the minute it opens. The doorknob turns. Suddenly, Scottie Mom is there but instead of adding fuel to the rebellion’s fire, she surrenders, falls to the floor to present kisses and asks Heather and Mr. K if they are ready to eat. Yes! Success at last. Heather and Mr. K nod and accept the peace offering before leading the way to the kitchen. After they feast, Mr. K asks Heather if they took the rebellion too far. Heather doesn’t think so. After all, it’s no game when it comes to hungry, hungry Scotties.
It is time to break out the sweaters and bundle up for those early morning and late night walks, friends! It is getting cold out there. And yet, the cold weather makes walks all-the-more exhilarating for Heather and Mr. K, who take off in bursts of energy as soon as their paws hit the ground outside. It is almost as if they are reenergized by every new (or not-so-new, since we’ve lived at The Scottie House for a few months now) surrounding they encounter. I think they’ve gone cold weather crazy!
Our outdoors time in the cold goes a little something like this: Heather and Mr. K dash out the door, hurry down the stairs, take a few seconds to relieve themselves and then, we’re off! Mr. K sniffs a rock. Then, he pees on it. As soon as he’s done, he speeds off looking for his next target. Heather chases a leaf floating in the wind and stops to catch it. Then, she darts away from it as soon as she discovers (much to her disappointment, of course) that the floating leaf is not, after all, a treat dropped from the heavens just for her. Mr. K sniffs a bush. Then, he pees on it. And again, he darts away – dragging Scottie Mom with him…and so goes the cycle.
After we make our rounds about the neighborhood in record time, Heather and Mr. K like to finish by doing a sort of “victory dance.” Heather dives face first into the nearest patch of grass, scratching her chin on the frosted tips of green until she is sprawled out, lying flat on the ground and rolls around for a good back scratch. Mr. K takes note then decides to one-up Heather by attempting to dig himself a hole everywhere he turns before rolling around in the messiest spot he can find.
By the time we reach the top of the stairs again, Heather is jumping up and down, beckoning me with nods of her head to open the door. And, if I’m not quick enough, she becomes much like a jumping jelly bean and winds up turning in circles. Mr. K, on the other hand, attempts to see if his nose will stick to the cold door, much like a child tries to see if his tongue will stick to ice. That Scottie nose does not move from the corner of the door until it opens and he can go inside.
Still then, the cold weather crazy does not end. Mr. K gets a rather extended case of zoomies. He goes from the kitchen to the living room, up the stairs and under the bed, across the hall and under the other bed, again and again. Sometimes, he jumps up on the couch and tries to bury himself in the evil blanket that’s been known to challenge him a time or two (Gasp!). Heather scoots across the floor as if trying to peel the layers of cold from her fur, making funny noises that sound like a cross between a sneeze and snort. Then, she stands up and shakes as if to say, “No more cold weather crazy!”