I didn't think I would be either, to be honest. For years I had kept my eye out with the hopes of someday getting a Golden or a Lab, a larger breed, but with a Scottie only as an outside possibility (since I was impressed with what I had seen of them.)
Then my kid brother got started in breeding Scotties. And when I put up the money for one of the stud fees, I got a puppy out of the deal. That was Angus.
Scotties don't really know they're a small breed. That's why I have come to love their temperament so much. They are big dogs in little packages.
(On top of everything else, S8 insisted we watch Marley & Me last evening. It is a good movie, especially if you've ever loved a canine. And it does have a very bittersweet ending, one that jerked out the tears from us. The pain of losing Duncan is still fresh and this movie certainly plucked at our heartstrings all the more because of that.)
I never thought I'd want another dog once Angus' line was gone with Duncan's passage. It seems so unfair that they love us so intently but live for only a fraction of our own lifetime. And as much as it hurts to watch them go, I cannot measure the love and joy they bring to us in that short time.
