The Whole Nine Yards

Sometimes I forget I'm German.  I feel more like a Scottish Terrier. Bagpipes blaring, tartan flying, there was even a dinner here recently honoring the famous Robert Burns. Even us dogs know who he is. Haggis was served, and lucky Dougal and I got to have the leftovers for a week! Anyway, one of my favorite things to do is to "bless the tartan," a ritual I invented that involves me walking the length of tartan as it is laid out on the floor, being measured for a new kilt. I consider that I am adding a good luck factor to the kilt. If you get one made by my person and it has a little dog hair on it, don't be annoyed, be pleased because you have been bestowed with my good luck.

Hannah