I don’t typically do two posts in one day, I know… But I just couldn’t wait. Unfortunately, the past two weeks have not all been hunting and fun. As you know, I lost Marmaduke two weeks ago, which just about broke me. In another bought of heartbreaking news, John’s parents (Parker, his father, in particular) lost their incredible Scotch over the weekend.
You’ve seen her dove hunting, duck hunting, and modeling for our Essentials, but photos will never do justice to what a truly terrific dog she really was. “Dog” isn’t even the right word… “Hunting companion” suits her much better. Scotch was ever in her element when she went hunting, right by Parker’s side [or whoever needed her nose at the moment!]. Lose a bird in the marsh grass? Send in Scotch! She would always come back with that duck in her mouth, (although she did prefer picking up wounded ducks over dead ones), face covered in phragmite & mud, tail wagging & ready for the next one.
Scotch truly had the heart of a lion, and was one of the best dogs I was ever able to hunt with. More than just a hunting dog, though, Scotch was loyal and loving and gentle. Marmaduke has an old friend with him across Rainbow Bridge now, and I know they are on opposite ends of a stick in an epic game of tug-of-war.
Rest easy, Estherville’s Afternoon Scotch. You were one for the books, sweet girl.
Thank Hollis … a very sweet tribute to Miss Scotch….Great dogs both…..will miss them immensely…..