A Scotty Named Fergus
Today was a long day of travel around the Orlando area that saw my wife and I travel around downtown and up to Mt. Dora and Renninger's Antique Dealership to visit a Scotty named Fergus. We were invited to come and visit Fergus by Fergus' male person. When we got there Fergus was beside himself with joy over getting to know yet another person. I've never dealt with a Scotty quite like Fergus. He's still a young playful juvenile, a bundle of almost infinite energy romping about in a mass of wild hair. I have never cared for the smaller breeds because they always seem to be too noisy, unlike the larger breads such as Retrievers and Dalmations. Fergus went against type, being a quiet little guy except for one instance when I sat on the floor to take these photographs. That's when he realized he was restrained by his red lead and couldn't come bounding over to me to give me a face full of Scotty tongue kisses. His protest was short and subdued, and he quickly set...