Great Scot!

Dear friends, it's time to confess...a lovely Scots lassie has stolen me wee Cairn heart, as sure as that English King Edward made off with Scotland's Stone of Scone. 

Now, as she is a bit shy and a tad fearful of some of the ladies I have recently passed (platonic) time with, she has gone into hiding. So to protect her identity, I convinced her to appear albeit in disguise.

Yes, I am dating outside my breed. However, first and foremost, we are both good Scottish doggies...my lady friend by virtue of her birth, and me through both my 4- and 2-legged relatives.

You see, my Granny was born in the Priory Lodge of an abbey not far from where my darling girl lives. Her maiden name was MacDonald and she comes from the clan of MacDonald of Glencoe. Mommy's middle name comes from her great-grandmother who was a Grant. 

I particularly like the Grant crest, so I have adapted it as my own...just making some minor modifications like substituting boulders with tennis balls. (Me and my gal both love peeling the skin off them. Sigh....)

Cairn terriers are one of the oldest terrier breeds, originating in the Scottish Highlands, and are recognized as one of Scotland's earliest working dogs. (We used to be called Short-Haired Skye Terriers, until we started entering dog shows then they changed it to Cairn.) White Cairns are West Highland Terriers and Scottish terriers also evolved from Cairns.

So we have quite the pedigree. Here is one of Mommy's favorite illustrations of a Cairn. I think he must have been a long-lost relative of mine as he seems to be the one doing the talking.

"Look Master, we have slain the drear plaid beastie!"

I decided to learn how to play "My Luve is like a red, red Rose" to serenade my sweetie on the bagpipe.

But when I took a deep breath and started to play, it made the most horrifying, yet oddly familiar sound. Where had I heard that shrieking wail before???

And then it came to me! ACK!!!

So I decided to abandon the bagpipe and try something even riskier. 

What do you think?

While I may not have a blue face like Braveheart, I do have a full heart for my lassie. 

And as for the age-old question as to what's under me wee kilt, well, a gentleman never tells!