Thursday, September 27, 2007

Our First Day Home!!!


Lacie and I were tagged by my Sweetie, Koobie to talk about our first day at home!! The handsome devil in the picture above is not me!! That's Sarge, actually Sarge II. Mumsie had Sarge the First as a child. (We wanna do a tag on predecessors someday!) Sarge was a cool dog with many endearing and not so endearing habits. He was Mumsie's Dog. He tolerated the rest of the family, but he was a one man/woman dog and she was it. Frankly, I don't get that idea. I jump on everyone who comes in here and tell them they're my favorite. Always wise to butter the toast on both sides!!!!! You will notice that Sarge could have competed in the beard contest. Frankly, I don't like that contest. (Lacie: That's cuz you can't grow a beard, Scruffy!!!)

Anyway, poor Sarge sorta went into multi-system failure in early March of '06. He died 2 weeks later. By the afternoon, Mumsie had ME on hold!! I was only 2 weeks old. Here I am my first day home in late April, '06.

One of my mean siblings/mom bit me when I was about 6 weeks old. I got a bad infection on my back and had to have surgery to drain it and place a drain. They took me from my siblings and mom, put one of those evil collars on that you can't bite around. I was not a happy dog.
Mumsie had 4th choice male in a liter of 5. The 5th male was the alpha dog. She had to decide between me, the "sick puppy" or the alpha dude. She chose me!!!!! Of course, I was taken from my mom at 6 weeks. That means er...I really didn't have the class with mom on "bite inhibition" that she held at 7-8 weeks. Didn't bother me any, but Mumsie's hands have taken the brunt of that one. (Mumsie: They still are, Scruffy.)

Look how little I am in Lacie's crate!!! I can barely fit in it now!!!!!

Here's me with Big Bruvver....he hasn't taken that Penn State hat off since this pic was taken. Yummy!!! Wonder why Mumsie always chops Bruvver's head off in pictures?
Mumsie really had no intention of getting another dog. Frankly, I was driving her nuts. By well over a year, I was still lifting my leg inside the house (twice on her as she washed dishes), recycling my poop....(just use your imagination on that one), and my personal favorite, ripping the clothes off her body. If you get your teeth just right on a pair of jamies or work nursing can rip them right off with no problem!! She'd flip out at me, but I didn't care!!!!! Um, that was the problem. I didn't care. She wasn't alpha. (Mumsie: We thought Scruff was a serial killer in a prior life; no conscience.)

Mumsie thought I was bored. And looking for attention. She was rather afraid of getting another WFT in case they turned out like me. I mean, she and I did 4 solid months of obedience training, but I didn't see her getting any more obedient. (Mumsie: Scruffy.............) She'd go to Petfinder and fantasize about writing my "ad." She realized no matter how horrible I was, if she saw a pic of me on Petfinder, she'd readopt me outta sheer cuteness.

She went to the Lakeland Terrier Org. website and found a list of breeders. She called the one if them that looked close to was in Philly. That breeder just so happened to have pups available. He shows his dogs, so he keeps the pups longer to see what might be his best show prospects. Apparently Lacie wasn't a show prospect. (HAHA!!) Anyway, since she was sooooooo old, we don't have any pics of her as a baby. Well, wait a minute.

Yep, that's Lacie at 8 weeks!! (Lacie: Go away,'s my turn now!!!!!)

ANYWAY.....Mumsie decided she wanted a Lakie to keep Scruffy company. She told my breeder that she would drive to Philadelphia that week and if she liked one of the babies, she would bring one of us home. She didn't include Daddy in these plans until the day before she was leaving. Daddy was a bit miffed. Well, like really miffed. He didn't feel they needed another "headache." (That's old Scruffy for me a migraine even now!!!) So Mumsie, Big Bruvver and Susan, Bruvver's girlfriend, made the big trip to Philly.

The breeder brought out my mummy. She wasn't exactly an add for a well groomed Lakie! I think I have her smile. She's a sweet dog who does no wrong according to Breeder. Hmm...maybe I take after my Dad a tad!!!

Here was the pup Breeder wouldn't sell as he was going to show her. She's apparently full of "piss and vinegar" and actually he didn't end up showing her cuz she was too smart. He said she was the smartest dog he'd ever seen and that was in 11 generations of Lakies. He didn't say that about me; but I am brighter than Scruffy. Course, so is probably the rest of the world.

Here were the two choices that Mumsie had to pick from. I'm on the left. Do you see why they picked me?????? I think the girl on the right was named "Headache." (Notice she cut Bruvver's head off again!!)

Breeder raises Lakies, but he primarily breeds Danes. See me with a much younger Dane puppy. Notice who got the bowl!!!!! Headache went thirsty that day!
We drove and drove...I had never been in a car and wasn't impressed. We got home very late.
The next day, Mumsie picked up Scruffy from Camp Kennel. We were introduced in our neighbor's yard. Again, I wasn't impressed. I couldn't believe how much work he was going to be to train. I started with housebreaking. He was papertrained and refused to go outside. He would see me get my treats for tinkle etc. performances and he GOT THE IDEA. That took maybe a day.
I watched him rip Mumsie's pants off the next day. She was screeching at him. He ignored her. I bit him in the butt. He didn't ignore that. That ended the pants ripping behavior. That took one time. Within minutes, Mr. Alpha Dog was forking over any toy or bone I wanted. I simply removed it from his foxy fetid smelling mouth. Mumsie and Daddy were flabbergasted. Daddy loves me. I fixed Scuffy. He's now a good dog. He better be!
I suppose we are both spoiled pampered dogs. I wish all animals could have a warm house, food, clean water and love. Thanks, Family!!!!!


Girl Girl Hamster said...

That's a great story on both of you. I'm glad you're 2 together in a pawsome furever home now. :)

~ Girl girl

Asta said...

Oh My DogScruff and Lacie
I looove that stowy..both of them! wow that's way bettew than mine!Scwuffy we have the I like evewybody in common.must be genetic! Lacie,i'm vewy impwessed by youw twianing abilities..I bet youw pawents awe thwilled!
We awe all vewy lucky!
(does youw hooman bwuddew have a head??)just asking
smoochie kisses

Butchy & Snickers said...

Wow, you both have such neat stories. Good going Lacey in training Scruffy. It just takes a girl sometimes to bring the boys around eh?? I Snickers trained Butchy when we rescued him. But actually he didn't even need training, hehehe. He was a pawfect rescue doggie. We still can't believe his owners gave him up. Their loss, our gain!
Luv & Wirey Hugs!
Butchy & Snickers

Stanley said...

Lacie & Scruffman!

Love the stories. You each have your own storytelling style, I must say.

It's amazing how well-trained you are now, Scruff, and that your trainer is less than half your size. What was with the de-pantsing of your mumsie?

Lacie, sounds like you're a daddy's girl. I bet he was impressed with you ~ accomplishing what nobody else could do in such a short time. I wonder what kind of sissy I'm going to get...

So glad you adopted your peeps. They need you guys around.

Goober love,

Jackson said...

Wow, Lacie! I had no idea you were such a great dog trainer! Do you want to come and knock Seymour, Barnaby and Hamilton into shape? You don't need to work on Dunstan though, he's already fallen under your spell! He said to tell you that he's on his way over to yours and should arrive tomorrow, if his wheels hold out.
J x

Noah the Airedale said...

That is a wonderful story. It would be great if every doggie out there had a great home and family. I guess they're not all as lucky as us dogs with blogs.

Noah & the gals

Maggie & Mitch said...

What awesome stories for each of you! I'm very impressed with you, Lacie! You're going to be a tough contender for our beard challenge!
What an adorable puppy you were Scruffy! You WFT's are too cute!

Love ya lots,

Ruby Bleu said...

Wow Lacie...
I can only imagine what would have happened if you didn't come along!!! Great work!!!

Lots of Licks, Ruby

Ferndoggle said...

You two have such great stories!! My Mom will now know that I am NOT as bad as she once thought. Does Scruffy go to Camp Bow Wow by any chance? That's where I go.


Koobuss said...

WOW!! That is some story for both of you. Lacie, you did such a good job on my Scruffy. He is a pawfect gentleman!

Scruffy, my dear, you were a beautiful little baby! How can anyone resist that adorable face? ... I'm real glad that you stopped pulling people's pants down.

Love and Koobuss Kisses,

Lorenza said...

Hi, friends
Thanks for sharing your stories. Glad you two found a lovely home!
Have a good night

Gus said...

What a great story...I am so glad that you got to him so soon! I am still working on Gussie.


Faya said...

Oh nic story .... you were so small....but already cute !
Have a nice week-end !
PS : I have a new address :

Kisses, Faya

Blue said...

What a treat your two stories were.
I always enjoy my visit to you.

I think you did a great job Lacie training Scruffy so fast.

Pats & pets to you both

William Tell said...

Both of you are adorable, but terriers every inch of the way. I bet that's why they love you so much!

William Tell

Mojo said...

That's such a great story. My mum can relate to tales of Scruffy as headache, as I seemed to miss the biting lessons from my littermates too. But the great thing is that even through all the horrible times they never gave up on you Scruffy.
Lacie, you sound like a godsend! Maybe you should start a career sorting out other unruly pups. You can start with me any time you like!

big hugs

Luna "The Scruffy Yacht Dog" said...


Funny picture of Lacie at 8 weeks. Cute pictures and nice story. You 2 sure have a nice home.


Joe Stains said...

oh boy accusing any dog of looking like the doofus is grounds for an ass biting. er butt.

great stories guys, I sure wish Tanner would listen to me!

Sadie-n-Boatie said...

I love your story. My parents adopted another dog (not to fix me--I'm not a headache like some dogs) to keep me company. Turns out, I had to train her! Still working on that one. I might need some pointers.

ruff ruff,
Sadie (and her semi-trained sis'dale, Boatey)

Biggie-Z said...

hyi scruffy and lacy this is biggie. thank you for visiting my blog. i like your baby pictures. im going to be a big puppy someday like 100 pounds even though my mommy says im the run of the litter. she says the run is the little one but i think she means i like to run anyway i am around 50 pounds now and im not 5 motnhs old yet. i outgrew 2 crates already and im on my 3rd one and sometimes i still make potty in the house. my daddy is aroun 120 pounds.

Ricky Pepper said...

Oh my we loved your stories and your baby pictures! I am so glad you have each other to cuddle and play with. I sure looooooove my sissies (don't tell them I said that though, tee-hee!)