Our love for the scottish terrier began on a family trip to Lake Arrowhead where we met Scocia. She belonged to the park ranger and she was full of the scotty spirit. Ever morning she would make her rounds looking for food remnants that campers had left out. I remember watching asw she climbed on the the picnic table and flipped the lid to a box of donuts open and took her favorite, a filled glaze.

That coupled with the hotdog cigar jetting from her mouth sold us. Our first scotty was Angus... he had problems. His front legs were cow hocked, his rear bowed. He was a brownish looking thing and I do not mean brindle. Angus was a great dog. He could sit up and beg, fetch your shoes and chase our son while trying to bite his feet.
After going to a puppy match hosted by the STCC we decided to purchase something that was more of the standard type. So we bought a bithch named Molly. She brought us many champions including our first brood bitch Heidi. Next