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Some of you may remember

That last fall John & I had to put

Our beloved Scottish Terrier Peg to sleep.


It was tough

She was after all a great “garden dog”.

After an appropriate mourning time

We began the search for a new dog.

We both felt it was time to try a new breed.

So John googled all the traits we wanted

And came up with…

Are you ready

Petit Basset Griffon Vendeen

What a mouthful.

PBGV for short.

After searching for awhile

And through the magic of the internet

We were introduced to a 4 year old breed dog

Being “put out to pasture”  and in need of a new home.

So it was a week before Christmas Coco entered our lives.


She was instantly friendly

Did not shed

Eager to fit into our lives.

And after plowing through a pair of leather sandals

Followed by pulling a leather skirt off the hanger

And eating a giant hunk out of it.

She was on thin ice with me.

Since the skirt debacle she’s done little to no damage.

But that’s Coco in the winter.

The question remained for spring.

Will she be a good garden dog?


I am pleased to report she is a great garden dog.

She doesn’t dig.

Travels on the path most of the time.


And stays close by

Without being in the way.

She is friendly beyond our wildest dreams.

We marvel at how her tail is still attached

Considering how much she wags it.

She is the first dog we have ever owned.

Who likes me best.

Though John feeds her faithfully each morning

I’m the one who walks her

And for that reason she is with me every step

Of every day.




Up the stairs.

And back down.

Earlier this summer she did get a little

Too curious about the baby Thrushes

Growing in the Abelia bush by the kitchen window.

Mama Thrush would “talk” to her constantly

As she ran circles around their nest.


We were all relieved when they took wing

And flew the nest.

Well, maybe Coco wasn’t relieved!

So it seems I’m lucky once again.

A fun dog who loves my garden

But does not actually want to be a gardener.

One gardener per household is just fine with me

And apparently Coco agrees.









Filed under Garden Dogs, Pettit Basset Griffon Vendeen, Scottish Terrier


I have been blessed

With two wonderful garden dogs.

The first was a West Highland Terrier

Named Popcorn.

She ruled over my last garden.

But it is Peg who has been my buddy

My assistant, my companion

All the days I have gardened here.


Peg loved my garden.

When we first created it

We had a pretty healthy bunny population.

Each spring she would spend hours searching

For bunnies.


You could tell how hot her trail was

By the speed of her wagging tail.


After Peg caught a couple of baby bunnies

They found other places to play.

Bugs on the other hand

Are prolific in a garden.


Each evening with the cooler summer air

Peg would spend hours on end “Buggin”.

Hopping and bouncing hoping to catch

One more cricket.

There would be nights when she was so deep into the blackness

That I simply had to patiently wait for her to finish

Before I could entice her in.


Now if you are thinking of Peg as a typical dog.

You would be right in some regards.

But, Peg was after all a Scottish Terrier.

And Scottish Terriers are very independent by nature.

Peg got a double dose!

Curious and friendly

Those who met her instantly connected with her sweet nature.

But a few minutes in Peg was done.

No need for all that oohing and awing.

Not being an “in your face dog”

Peg would park herself on the opposite

End of the couch.

Close, but not actually touching.


And so it was in the garden

She was always with me

But rarely in the way.


She did love to eat

Basically anything that hit the floor.


Especially crispy veggies.

One spring she not only ate the snap peas


She also helped herself to the tasty vines.

She loved watching the

Westminster Kennel Show.


A few weeks ago

After her summer vacation in Colorado


Peg got sick.

Though she tried

She simply couldn’t recover.

It was a grueling decision for John and me.

But it was time to let her go.

A kindly local vet offers cremation services

Which seemed right for Peg.

Recently John and I spread her ashes

In her favorite place

The garden.


John wrote a poem for the occasion.

Reminding us of her nature

True to herself to the end.

Goodbye, sweet Peg,

Thanks for the days of companionship

In my garden.




Regal and royal,

For nothing I beg.

Not feline but canine.

I am the “Peg”.

Aloof to all others,

A Scottie by breed.

Ignoring your voice,

Neglecting your heed.

A lick or a nuzzle,

For you is unsure.

My bloodline prevents it,

What’s yours?  Is it pure?

Praise for my plumage,

On a neighborhood walk.

My head held high,

No time to talk.

Drawn to the garden,

Stalking crickets galore.

Bright flowers bow to me,

It is “Peg” they adore.

A pat or a scratch,

I quickly discard.

One shake and it falls of,

No thanks or regard.

As my nature demands it,

Engrained daily or such.

I say it quite firmly,

Look but don’t touch.

Goodbye Queen Peg



Filed under Gardening Friends, Scottish Terrier, Uncategorized