Scott had a lot of nicknames. Scotty, Scottato, Scottocles, and of course, Scott Von Scott of the Scottsdale Scotts who did Scott so Scottily in the war of Scotteen Twelve. He particularly enjoyed that one lol
He loved going places, but he hated being in the car, which I always found kind of funny. He’d always happily jump into the car, but then he’d whine the entire trip until we got wherever we were going.
One time we went out camping, and it was a several hour drive. He whined the whole way, and I was so mad at him. We got there though, and we hiked a few miles out to the camping spots. They were pretty much all taken, but my husband and I did not have the energy to hike back down in the dark. So, we found an out of the way spot that wasn’t on top of any foliage and set up our tent. It was on a slope, so that night was basically a mandatory cuddle party while we slid into each other and tried to sleep.
The next day we gathered everything up and hiked back out to the car. Scott pulled on his leash the whole way back, but when we got to the car and started driving he hardly whined at all. He was very ready to be home, just like we were. It was a dark, rainy, uncomfortable night, but it would have been so much worse without my big galoot there.
No tattoos yet, I want some but don’t know what I want. I do have both earlobes pierced, an industrial on my right ear, two helix piercings on my left, a nose ring, a lip ring, and both nipples.