11/19/2008 – 9/29/2019
Maddie
1/2008 – 9/17/2019
Meso
11/15/2006 – 8/17/2019
Hunter
8/1/2008 – 8/16/2019
Scotty Boy
12/14/2006 – 7/1/2019
Hannah
4/26/2007 – 5/1/2019
Kenzie
5/2008 – 5/1/2019
Jake
1/15/2006 – 4/24/2019
Ben
7/2005 – 4/1/2019
Morgan
2/18/2007 – 3/18/2019
Brianna
5/6/2007 – 2/20/2019
Auggie
10/19/2005 – 2/2/2019
Jasper
10/19/2005 – 2/2/2019
Jasper was senior boy who was picked up as a stray He attained the status of Permanent Foster, and he wore it proudly. Permanent Fosters are those Scotties whose medical, sometimes behavioral, issues deem them unadoptable. They become cherished family members as if they had been in their foster homes since puppyhood.
Jazzy battled liver disease, as well as a crippling birth defect that rendered his hind legs stiff and his mobility challenged. In spite of it all, he never complained. In the ten months that he lived with us, Jazzy never barked; he never made a sound. He taught us valuable lessons. When you stumble and fall, get right back up and trudge on. Be thankful for what you have – regular meals, treats, love, soft beds, friends – and don’t dwell on your shortcomings.
When Jazzy let us know that it was time, we helped him cross the Rainbow Bridge. We miss his quiet presence here, but are forever grateful that he let us love him for a little while. There is comfort in knowing that Jazzy is running at the Bridge on healthy legs. Rest in peace, Jazz. The Fredericks of Fosterburg will see you again!
Bo Diddley
11/16/2002 – 1/28/2019
Bo entered our lives in August 2015. He was a stray hanging around a Phillips 66 station and picked up by some kind souls. We were able to locate his owners but to personal circumstances, they were no longer able to care for him. Our gain – – Bo was hard of hearing; didn’t see well and would have a seizure every 2 weeks or so. He always got along with others but the most important thing to him was his food and treats. He wouldn’t hesitate to let us know if we were falling behind schedule. He was uncomfortable being handled or petted but blessed our lives with his sweet presence.
As I held him in my arms in his final moments, he rested his head on my face and softly snored – – his final gift to me as I gave my final gift to him. We love you Bo.
Duncan
4/15/2009 – 1/19/2019
My sweet Duncan, 9-1/2 years old, crossed over the Rainbow Bridge on Saturday, January 19, at home with his brother, Hamish. Duncan was a wonderful example of the breed we all love so well.
He had a zest for life, loved chasing rabbits and the occasional crow, kitty or creature foolish enough to venture into “his” yard. He loved any person he met and had a wonderful disposition, always happy and up for an adventure.
Rest in peace, my bonny lad!!
Judie S.
Maggie Mae
6/2005 – 1/13/2019
Maggie Mae came to our family in 2010. Her name in her foster home was Sweet Pea but we decided to change it to Maggie Mae, but she really was a sweet pea.
She was a quiet girl but she loved deeply. When she first came to visit to see if she wanted to adopt us as we were grieving the loss of a previous Scottie, she came
over to show her acceptance and love by burying her head in my leg. We knew right then and there that she approved of us and was home to stay. She will be missed.
Duncan
12/20/2005 – 1/6/2019
Dearly loved and greatly missed
McTavish
1/2008 – 11/9/2018
Dearly loved and greatly missed.
Gracie
6/2005 – 10/18/2018
Gracie-Girl arrived here a sad and confused little girl. Originally rescued from a puppy mill and then placed with an owner who died, no one else in the family wanted her. However with typical Scottie fortitude, Gracie soon knew she was home with us. Home consisted of cuddling on a king-size bed, running loose in the yard with her Westie “brother’ and never missing a meal. And the never missing a meal part, was one of the most important things to Gracie!
We often joked that Gracie would eat rocks if we let her! She loved go lay under the Christmas tree when it was up and always had to go look for a toy to carry when she went outside. She left us far too soon, but her memory is always in our hearts.
Diva
6/12/2004 – 9/22/2018
Diva came to live with us 2-1/2 years ago. She had lost her owner of 11-1/2 years and was understandably distraught, especially since nine months earlier her pack of four Scotties had been broken up due to the owner’s illness. We had adopted one of that pack, Diva’s 9-year-old daughter Deedle, who was adjusting but still anxious. When we learned Diva was available we jumped at the opportunity to reunite them. They very quickly re-acclimated to each other and became inseparable. They coordinated everything they did – lying in the same position side by side sometimes, mirror images nose-to-nose at others. They “marched” together through the house with near-military precision.
Diva was very bright, disproving the adage about not teaching an old dog new tricks. She threw herself into new games with gusto. She’d retrieve a plastic canister, rolling it with her nose. She would tease me by stopping short where I could not quite reach it and wait for her treat. I’d say “bring it” and she’d nudge it a bit. I’d repeat and she’d nudge it a little less. By the third or fourth time, she was just delicately touching without moving it and looking at me for her treat. She added her own mischievous twists to every game we played, sometimes teasing Deedle by reversing direction when they were running through the play tunnels.
The photo is the first time Diva commandeered my chair when I left for something. Deedle had been doing it regularly and Diva was still a relative newcomer, learning the ways of her new household. She was sitting there when I returned looking proud as a peacock. After that, there were always two dogs in my chair when I returned.
Nothing lasts forever, and Diva’s age and Cushings disease finally caught up with her. It was a wonderful couple of years, all too short but great for all four of us.
Beamer
2008 – 9/16/2018
In November, 2011, Beamer found his way into our home at a time when we needed him most. We had lost our Scottie boy, Duffy, to cancer and our Scottie girl, Pepper, was in a depression refusing to leave her bed or eat.
Beamer had been wandering the streets of Arkansas, was picked up by Animal Control, and eventually he made his way to STLSTR via Pilots for Paws. I requested to foster a Scottie from STLSTR and he was the healer of Pepper’s depression. They bonded immediately and four days later, he became a member of our family.
Beamer was a companion, entertainer, “arooo”er, and loved his toys. His special toy was a stuffed Scottie, named Hamish McBeth. He had a ritual each evening of carrying him back and forth from the bedroom, through the family room, dining room, and back to bedroom before settling with his chin on Hamish in the family room. Occasionally, he would hide him. At bedtime, he wanted to take him to bed but instead of getting Hamish, sometimes he just sat down, looking at me, waiting for me to go find him. He knew where he was but wanted me to get him.
A game that Beamer developed was to carry Hamish up on my bed, ease him toward the edge a little at a time, nose him off and then look to me to pick up Hamish for him. This would happen two or three times and then he would settle down to sleep.
No matter where I was in the house, Beamer was close by. Since he was a talker, he frequently came to me saying, “Arooo” and we had a dialog between the two of us. He loved his human sister, Vicki Frazier, and always greeted her at the door with “Arooo”.
The first time I saw him, when he looked up at me with those “beam”ing eyes, I knew his name had to be “Beamer”. The loss of my sweet boy with his funny antics and his ever- present companionship has left a Huge Hole that I hope can eventually be filled with the same joy he gave me
Dylan
10/18/2008 – 9/25/2018
We met Dylan in February 2017 at the local chain pet-food store. Gracie ignored him completely. He was busy smelling everything, but everyone remained calm and cool. A good omen. Later when Mike was ready to let go, he brought Dylan over, and released the leash. Gracie barked and sniffed. Snorfed (sneezed) at him then we all went outside. The omen was correct. Dylan and Gracie played and ran and went crazy. We came inside and the zoomies started. They had a party as Mike prepared himself – I felt so badly for him. After he left, Dylan looked for him, but Gracie kept saying “Let’s play!!! Chase me! Yer never gonna catch me!! Nah nah nee poo poo” They ignored me all night, had nummy dindins and continued their antics. At bedtime, Dylly Doodles went right up the ramp to my bed, just like he’d done it for years. After a few days the familiarity wore them down. They settled in and would rest on the couch together – only touching for moments – just like brother and sister.
We had a year and 7 months with Dylly-Doo. He was a fun little man. Loved to lie on his back on my lap and have his belly rubbed, He gave lots of kisses to me and lots of fun to Gracie. She looks for him in the garage..:I saw him go in there, but he didn’t come back out, He must be hiding!”
Lacie
11/6/2003 – 8/9/2018
We fell in love instantly with our Half Pint Lacie. Lacie was the second best PFL (Pesky Florida Lizard) eradicator that there ever was. She was a joy and a blessing! Our time together was way too short. But there never is enough time together, is there? We miss her terribly. Rest peacefully my precious little girl and know you will always be in my heart. Until we meet again…….Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.
Sir Wilshire
08/25/2003 – 07-01-2018
Dougan
4/2006 – 7/9/2018