I don't know why I didn't notice right away......you'd think something that
obvious would catch my attention. But, noooooooo....there we sat, waiting
patiently at the gate for the Scotcorde's arrival. I had resorted to my
Solitaire game to pass the time. Meanwhile, Katie & Riley stood at the
large window that looked out onto the tarmac, paws and noses pressed against
the glass, watching the sky for the first sign of the Scotcorde and their
I didn't pay much attention at first, and had tuned out the sirens and
squealing tires. It wasn't until Katie and Riley began shouting, "There it
is, I see it. But, what's........??" Then, they just stared, open-mouthed!
I guess it was their silence that finally got my attention.....I mean,
scotties are NOT, by nature, quiet. I reluctantly looked up from my game,
and could only stare in amazement!!!!
I had never seen so much activity!!! Police cars, military vehicles, 3-4
humvee's, and several truckloads of TROOPS were spreading themselves around
the perimeter of the runway! The gate was also a hotbed of activity! The
sound of so many running feet drew my attention to the gate, where a crowd
was gathering. Then Katie began tugging on my sleeve, telling me the plane
was landing ! "LOOK, Mam!!! Ya GOTTA come SEE!!!"
That's when I got the shock of my life. I've HEARD about them, but had
never seen one in person, much LESS 4 of them!!! The Scotcorde, indeed, was
landing.......only, it was surrounded by a flight of Air Force F-117 Stealth
fighters!! As the Scotcorde gracefully touched down and began to taxi
toward the gate, the fighters continued to scream past, circling, keeping a
close eye on the slowing Scotcorde.
Katie, Riley, and I could only gape open-mouthed at the spectacle unfolding
in front of us. As the Scotcorde eased up to the gate, the troops on the
ground quickly closed in, surrounding the plane. Behind us, more running
feet.....racing down the gateway, to the door of the plane.
It was about this time that the blinding camera lights, the microphone in my
face, and the rapid-fire questions of the reporter drew my complete
attention. "Yes, this is a private plane.....Yes, this group has been
invited here AGAIN.....No, they are not hooligans!........No, they do NOT
have prison records!!!.....YES !! They are quiet, well-behaved pupper
youngsters!!!!!" At this point, Katie and Riley closed on the reporter and
began showing teefers, taking "dibs" on which leg to grab first. The
reporter backed away fearfully, and was heard telling his live
audience,"Once again, this sleepy suburb is to be overrun by these
hooligans.....this 'Wild Child Gang'..... it doesn't look good. We'll stay
with this developing story, Bill......back to you in the studio."
Turning, we watched the gate open. Expecting scotties and friends, we were
surprised to see Hulk Hogan exit the plane, swaggering across the waiting
area to the lights of the camera. "No, we had no trouble," he said. "The
pilot had hired my services, and I spent an uneventful flight patrolling the
aisle of the plane and sitting wayward youngsters back in their seats."
Then, with a surprised look, he added," And there were these big
guys......uhhhh, think someone called them Ty and Dom.....actually wanted to
take me ON!! Said something about not messing with their wee ones!!
Pushing to the front of the crowd, Katie and Riley began demanding to see
their friends. The Marine captain ordered everyone back, opened the door,
and gave a brisk command. Immediately, the crowd quieted, as two lines of
Marines filed down the gangway to the plane's door. The noise that exploded
up the gangway was deafening!!! Shouts, threats, growls, snarls, snapping
teefers, and much barking reached Katie and Riley's ears. What emerged from
the gangway was the ANGRIEST group of puppers anyone had ever seen!!
The Marines escorted the defiant and argumentative pups to the concourse,
ignoring scotties' "LOOKS" that would have melted lesser men! One bedraggled
Marine staggered forward, dragging BenRiley Barfield, Emmitt Bad Boy, and
HapiJack Turner, each with a death-grip on the marine's boots. Another
stumbled out, uniform ripped ...followed closely by Alexander Bradberry,
Webber Riches, and Dugal Thomas, each with a mouthful of torn uniform. Katie
and Riley raced over, whispered to the defiant youngsters,who gave one
parting snap of their teefers, before hurrying back to their friends. Katie
and Riley hurried their pals to the parking lot, where furry heads huddled
together, as plans of retribution began to fly!
Ohhhhhh, they don't know who they're dealing with when there's Scottie
I tried, I really did!! They just kept patting my hand, tsk-tsking, and
telling me NOT TO WORRY!! I kept reminding the angry group that they were
dealing with MARINES!!
"Not to worry, Mam", Riley said spiritedly. With that, they ushered me to a
bench outside the terminal, told me to relax and enjoy myself!! Finally
accepting the futility of arguing with terriers, much LESS a battalion of
terriers, I plopped down on the bench......it was gonna be quite
Scotties and friends immediately began scattering in all directions. Ace
Graves, Agie Donnelly, Bridie and Duncan Nixon headed toward the tarmac,
where they began to joyously spray shaving cream on all the military
vehicles parked there. Duffy Hoffman came along behind, painting PUH-DUL
faces on each truck!
The tv crew had a field day recording the mahem, only to discover that they
were also targeted ! Molly Reyner, Brindi Arzani, and Tiger Schaus calmly
stepped over, UNplugged the network feed, and proceeded to cut the cable
into small, bite-sized morsels!
When total chaos had been achieved, Katie put her fingers to her lips and
whistled. Out of the darkness sped two very shiny swamp buggies, driven
wildly by Lucy and Bucky Sheets. Careening around a slathered truck, the
buggies screeched to a halt. Pups came from all directions, laughing and
snickering. They all piled eagerly into the waiting buggies, slapping each
other on the back, already comparing daring deeds. As the buggies sped
past, they waved gleefully, lifted their furry snouts to the sky, and
arooooooo'ed happily! The party had begun!!
The last I saw of the "Gang", they were headed for PetCo, with Spoiled
Stormy waving her credit card over her head, and shouting that the gifts
were on HER !!!!!!
Well, we had a wonderful evening! Truly! Thanks to Spoiled Stormy Kubicek,
every pup here at the Bash was given a brand new foam bed, with custom
upholstery! It seems that when they descended on PetCo, Stormy told all the
pups to FILL their buggies....HER treat! As I heard it, this group cleaned
the shelves......there wasn't any merchandise left in the Store!!
All I can tell you is that we have enough foam beds here to do Olympic
high-jumps! Between the beds, the Kongs, the Jumballs, and the
woobies.....we're pretty much hip-deep in puppy purchases around here!
Then, there's Tucker Warner. He is blissfully happy! Stormy bought Tucker a
personalized Speedo suit. He is strutting around here, flexing muscles, and
has promised Stormy her own Porsche!!
Billy Carpini pulled out his Dad's guitar last night and the pups had a
great time, lounging on their foam beds, singing along to such old favorites
as "Stand by Your Dog".......and "Puppy Love".
Ohhhhhh, and that SMALL matter with the police. Around 1:30 this morning, I
heard a commotion outside. I stumbled over foam beds and Kongs, reached the
door, and opened it to discover a looooooooong, black stretch limousine with
"Joisy" plates parked out front. Climbing out of the limo were three of the
toughest thugs I'd ever seen......two dobermans and a Rottie, dressed in
expensive Italian silk suits. I could tell by the bulges under their jacket
that they were packing "heat". After a scan of the area, they returned to
the limo, opened the door, and stepped back. I was amazed to see the MOB
ALLIANCE step out of the car......Skinface and the Scotsman, a.k.a. Wart
and Wren Archie !!!!! The "Mob Alliance" has had a long-standing agreement
with the "Wild Child Gang" to combine their forces for the purpose of taking
over the world, Scottie ( AND bulldog! ) style!
The youngsters poured outside, and gave Skinface and the
Scotsman......errrrrr, Wart and Wren a warm greeting! The youngsters were
obviously impressed by the show of force that surrounded Wart and Wren.
W & W motioned to the wee ones, and after several minutes, Riley, Brewster
Wynne, Tanner Thomas, MacDuff Arzaniu, and Mackenzie Quigley piled into the
sleek, black limo. My shouts to "get BACK here" were useless as the long
car sped away.
I don't think they were gone more than half an hour, at most. But, when
they returned, they were laughing and snickering.....there was much
black-slapping and congratulating. This did NOT look good......I mean,
after so many BASH adventures, ya can SMELL trouble coming!!! Yep, it
came.....in the form of no less than SIX Shreveport patrol cars-lights
flashing and sirens blaring!!! Out stepped a police Lieutenant, madder than
The officers behind him spread out, and began to line the scotties,westies,
and friends up for searching.
Out of the group of scotties stepped Judge Brimley, Maggie Belvin, Ty, Dom,
and Jubilee.....and behind them, the three Mob thugs. The Judge asked the
Lieutenant what the problem was. The lieutenant turned and said, "Sometime
in the last half hour, someONE got into the police communications room and
changed the settings on all radio frequencies. Now, when people call the
police for help......all they're getting is the PSYCHIC HOTLINE !"
At this, Wart, Wren, Riley, Brewster, Tanner, MacDuff, and Mackenzie broke
out in laughter......great guffaws of belly-shaking laughter. The
lieutenant stormed over, ready to put the cuffs on the entire group. Ty,
Dom, and Jubilee stepped between the policeman and the "mob" who were
holding their sides as they laughed. The large guardians stood their
ground, protecting the "innocents" behind them......uh huh!!
Judge Brimley turned to the lieutenant and began arguing their case. Maggie
stepped in, and the three began serious deliberations. After much arguing
and several loud "Yeah, BUT's........" the Lieutenant turned to his officers
and ordered them back in the cars. He gave the group of "delinquents" one
last look, shook his head, and drove away.
The scotties and their friends raced over to the Judge, who was talking
hurriedly to the Mob Alliance and their "gang". Begrudgingly, the "Gang"
agreed to no further shenanigans.......the Judge even checked BEHIND the
pups to make sure there were no crossed paws behind their backs. He then
turned to the group of curious pups and stated, "The Lieutenant agreed to
drop the charges. And, in return, Wart, Wren, and their "gang" will
guarantee the Lieutenant a PRIVATE reading by the famed psychic, Sister
Cheers erupted! Wart and Wren were escorted into the house, where the party
continued long into the night. The scotties and their friends were
reassured to know that the Mob Alliance thugs were on patrol OUTside.
Finally, around 4:15 or so, everyone fell asleep, each curled on their own,
comfy foam bed. After only 3-4 hours sleep, the group awoke. Eager for
the day's events, they quickly dressed.
As they left the house a few minutes ago, Katie told me they were headed for
the airport for their skydiving lessons. Then, the two swamp buggies sped
away, tires squealing, and pups aroooooooooo'ing!!!!
It scares me to even THINK of what's gonna happen next!!!!
Katie kept TELLING me they were going through with it.......I just didn't
believe she'd actually DO it!! I mean, who expects 80+ scotties, westies,
labs, dals, bulldogs, and pals to go SKYDIVING! I shiver just to THINK
about it. But, she called from the airport......said all arrangements had
been made. Katie wanted me to bring the Digital for "posterity", she said.
The next thing I knew, I was racing across town to the "Downtown Airport",
where mostly private planes are housed. I wondered how I'd locate the
"gang", but I shouldn't have been concerned. They were a show in progress!!
I've never seen such an odd collection of "aviators" in my life!!!! They
were all dressed in various colors of flight suits which molded to their
short, blocky bodies. Fur peeked out from the sleeves and collars of the
suits, and beards were askew as the adventurers tried to adjust their
goggles. Huge parachutes were strapped to their backs, weighing down the
enthusiastic youngsters. Heather Arzani, Mitzi Turner, Maggie and Mandi
Reyner, KayCee and Sophie Donnelly all giggled happily as they admired their
brightly colored suits, bragging about the coming adventure.....and making
their final decisions as to which handsome fella they were going to throw
their paws around in "mock terror of the coming adventure". They snickered
gleefully, sighing loudly, as they imagined the captured fellows bravely
consoling and protecting the wee lasses. Cammeron and Maxxi Meverden, Duffy
Barfield, Angus Wynne, and Connor Bruce trotted around to each daredevil,
checking the chutes, and making certain that all equipment was secure.
I tried one last time to dissuade the group, but Katie assured me that all
was well. I asked her about the others.......those who chose not to fly
with the "wild ones". She smiled, and said that they would have their own
adventure. At that moment, I heard a huge roar, and turned around to see
the largest hot-air balloon I'd ever seen!!! The gondola was
huge....capable of holding at least 20 passengers. But, it was the balloon
that captured my attention. Not the usual, ordinary balloon shape.......but
a GIANT scottie balloon, brindle-colored, sporting a bright plaid tartan
kilt!!!!! Scottish bagpipe music blared from the gondola.
The balloon pilot stepped out of the gondola and announced, "The Scottie
ALTERNATIVE Air Adventure will NOW begin!!" The entire group stood rooted
to the spot, until Katie and Riley stepped forward. The two Wild Ones told
the group that they could't bear to leave any of their dear friends
"earth-bound" while the others had their air adventure. So, they had
arranged for those who hadn't wanted to share the skydiving adventure, would
still experience the "wind in their whiskers".
The entire gang exploded into thunderous applause, cheering loudly !!!
Judge Brimley stepped forward, with a blushing Fergie Grant clinging to his
paw. They eagerly climbed into the scottie airship. Following closely
behind were Ali and Linus Riches, both eager to get started with a flying
adventure and still have their paws firmly planted on solid footing. Linus
had the beautiful Bonnie Nixon's paw draped across his arm. The two elder
westies whispered quietly to each other......heads bent close together.
Close behind came Pagan's border collie guest, Gracie, who stepped eagerly
into the huge, swaying gondola. They all smiled widely, thrilled to have
an adventure of their own.
"ALLLLLLLLLL aboard!!!!!" the balloon pilot shouted. The balloon
adventurers hung over the sides of the gondola, beaming from ear to ear,
waving madly, as the huge scottie airship began to rise slowly into the air.
The strains of the scottish bagpipes could be heard across the airport,
growing fainter as the balloon climbed higher into the sky.
The still earth-bound youngsters continued to wave wildly to their respected
elders who were disappearing into the brilliant blue sky. Finally, when
they could no longer see their friends, Mackenzie Quigley exclaimed, " Let's
get on to OUR flying adventure!!!" Everyone agreed, and immediately began
asking Mackenzie about his expert knowledge of skydiving ---an avowed expert
after leaping off the dryer as a pup!!! He began to give advice and share
tales of daring-do. The Wild Ones chatted excitedly as they walked across
the tarmac, headed to the hangar where their OWN adventure awaited.
I could only issue one last, pitiful plea........
"wouldn't y'all rather try some nice knitting???"
I had tried......really, I had ! Dejectedly, I plopped down on the
concrete, next to a sleek, private jet, and propped up against the wheel.
Then, I began to reason it out........well, they would have a professional
pilot........AND a large, safe plane..........AND there would be
supervision........AND the equipment was tested and reliable.
THERE.......I felt much better. Welllllllllll, I tried to tell myself I
felt better.......and was in the midst of convincing mySELF, when the "gang"
came out of the hangar with their transportation.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" I screamed.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO, you WON'T!!!!!!!!!!!
Out of the hangar rolled the most pathetic excuse for an aircraft.......a
small, dirty, bi-plane crop duster!!!!! Scotties, westies,dals, labs,
bulldogs, scottie pals ALLLLLL were clinging, hanging, clutching, and
dangling from every possible hand-hold!!! And, trust me......there weren't
many!! In one of the ONLY two seats on the plane sat an old, grizzled
fellow, in a filthy, tattered flight suit. His goggles sat crookedly across
one eye, leaving the PATCH exposed over the other eye!!! He smiled broadly,
and opened his arms wide to showcase his grand aircraft. The furry
youngsters squealed with glee, paws desperately seeking a better hold on the
aged, rusting "air"craft.
Out of the second seat, I could see several furry heads. In the middle of
the furry mass was Piper Almandinger, laughing and waving wildly. Sharing
the seat with Piper were Sophie Schaus, Megan Wynne, McKenzie Sue Barfield,
and Sofy Bradberry.....all crammed into the same, small space.....all
beaming excitedly, squealing with pleasure! Hanging onto the OUTSIDE of that
open seat, were Angie Riches, Maggie Nuckles, and Terra Warner...desperately
clutching the cowling of the plane!!!!
As I stared, open-mouthed at the spectacle, I saw scotties and friends
draped across the entire surface of the plane. Midget Wion had her paws
wrapped tightly around a wing-strut, her back paws dangling over the edge of
the wing. Pagan had his paws clenched around Midget's back legs, as he waved
in the breeze, hanging several inches below the wing! The other wing braces
were crowded, as well........Katie, Riley, Connor, Brewster, HapiJack,
Millie Phillips, Emmitt Bad Boy, Lucy, Bucky, Ceilidh Nixon, Bonnie Hoffman,
Murray Reyner, Heidi Carpini, Annie Thomas,Molly Wynne,Stormy,
Brucie......and several furry bodies whose faces I couldn't see.
Wart and Wren Archie were dangling from the plane's tail, paws desperately
reaching for "pawholds". Henry Turner, Meaghan Barfield, Emily Schaus,
Quincy Nuckles, and Seamus Wynne sat straddled just in front of the tail
section, waving madly, as though riding a bull! As I watched, Willow
Donnelly scrambled out onto the farthest tip of the wing, threw furry paws
around a wing strut, and smiled broadly. Mac Arzani, not to be outdone,
threw his paws around the brace at the very tip of the wing, and threw
himself over the edge of the wing, to dangle precariously in the wind. On
TOP of the wings stood Ty, Dom, and Jubilee.....feet braced wide apart,
muzzles turned upward into the wind, eyes bright and shining! The plane
seemed to be a mass of wind-blown fur and waving paws!!!
The half-blind pilot began to taxi the sorry excuse for a plane down the
runway, furry bodies desperately clutching whatever their wee paws could
grasp. As the plane gained speed, squeals of excitement filled the air !!!
What to some would be unthinkably dangerous, was merely another SCOTTIE
adventure to these furry youngsters who seemed to glory in the exploits
always associated with a Bayou BASH!
I watched as the fur-covered plane took to the air.....bodies dangling from
every surface. I held my breath as the plane continued to climb, then
leveled out, preparing to release its passengers.
Then, it happened..........every furry paw on the plane, as ONE.....released
their holds and seemed to hover for a second as the plane continued into the
distance. Then, the huge mass of skydivers began to streak through the sky,
Brightly colored suits clung together as they raced downward... groups of
youngsters began doing aerial acrobatics.....turning somersaults, holding
paws in groups of 4-5-6. The sight was awesome....so many fearless wee ones
FRAPPING across the sky!!! As they dropped lower, I could see the beards
flying crazily in the wind, the teefers shining with excitement, and smiled
as I watched Ty, Dom, and Jubilee use their larger size to close rapidly on
wayward terriers, then pull rip-cords to assure that their wee charges
reached earth safely. Worrying, I watched as they dropped closer and
closer.......then, with a sigh of relief, I saw one, then another set of
flashing teefers grab their rip-cords, and jerk.......then smiled as the
canopies of the chutes opened with a reassuring snap!!!! I giggled, as I
saw what was on the parachutes. Each chute had a scottie silhouette, with
the words Bayou BASH or BUST !!!
Laughing, I watched as the wee aerialists floated gracefully to earth, only
to be dropped unceremoniously to the ground, and hidden by the folds of
their own parachutes. Scampering out from under their chutes, they raced to
the center of the field, clasped each other tightly, turned their furry
muzzles to the sky, and arooooooooo'ed happily.
Heaving a huge sigh of relief, I looked downward......at the closed lens cap
on my digital camera!!!! I had been so concerned about the puppers, that NOT
one picture had been taken ! No proof that this event even took place!
Who would believe it?!?!
Smiling, I watched as the youngsters crammed their equipment into the two
waiting swamp buggies, then climbed in on top of the piles of chutes, and
waved as they tore out of the parking lot!
I don't think I want to know where they're going. I'm going home to take a
I was so ready to get comfortable, kick my shoes off, and find some peace
and quiet. It was looking really good......until I drove up and saw the
swamp buggies parked by the curb. Ohhhhhhh, swell.......they're HERE!!!!
As I barged through the front door, I saw the entire "wild gang", wind-blown
and bedraggled, talking excitedly. Looking around, I saw Webber come into
the room holding his Colorado "guest", little Mikey Marmot!! Mikey's were
wide with fear, as he saw the terriers stiffen, and noticed the bared
Just as several youngsters began slipping closer to the terrified marmot,
Webber lifted a paw, saying, "WHOA!!" Mikey has agreed to come to this BASH
to HELP us." He laughed as he saw the doubtful looks on the terriers'
faces, and began to explain. "Mikey's going to give us EARTHDOG digging
lessons!!" The shocked faces of the terriers were wonderful!!! Webber
ushered the entire group outside, found an open area , and put Mikey Marmot
down onto the ground. The terriers eagerly closed in, wanting to see what
the marmot would do. Mikey took one look at the terriers, and began digging
furiously! He immediately disappeared from view, throwing dirt out behind
him. Bravo Belvin was the first to respond.....paws flying, as he too began
to tunnel, with Connor, Riley, Bucky, and Cammeron close behind. Molly
Nixon and Megan Bruce decided to dig a "double-wide" tunnel as they
furiously began to dig side by side. Others soon gathered round, cheering
the digging terriers on, clearing the tunnel behind them as the two teams
continued to dig eagerly!
It didn't take long for the Battle of the Sexes to begin. First, Maxxie
Meverden and Alexander Bradberry began adding extra paws to the guys'
efforts. Seeing this, Millie Phillips and Lucy Sheets raced over to the
girls' tunnel and began digging furiously. It was as though someone had
blown a whistle......every terrier chose sides......and the tunnels began to
grow dramatically! As all the pups disappeared underground, dirt flying out
behind them, sly Mikey Marmot lifted his head out of his barely-started
tunnel and peered around. Seeing that his "friends" attention had moved to
the tunnels, he quickly leaped out of the tunnel and brushed himself off.
Seeing one of the terriers' cellphones lying on the ground, he ran over, and
dialed a number. Then, he walked quickly to the curb and waited. It was only
minutes before a Yellow Cab drove up. The marmot hopped in, closing the
door behind him.
"Where to, pal?" asked the cabbie.
"Shreveport Regional Airport, and STEP on it!!!" Then, the marmot sat back,
put his paws behind his head, and smiled broadly. Those terriers are still
out there digging ......SILLY dogs, he thought. Giggling to himself, he
sat back and enjoyed his all-expenses-paid trip home.
And the terriers????? Well, let me put it this way........the City doesn't
have to expend any city funds for the new drainage system. They were quite
happy when I called them and told them that they could use the 3 miles of
"PRE-dug" tunnels for their drainage pipes.......
courtesy of Terrier Terra-Diggers International!!!!!
How'd I finally get them outa the tunnels????? Scottie Mam skill,
perhaps???? Nooooo, I went for OUTBACK Steak House take-out!!! All I had
to do was put the hot, steaming, juicy sirloins next to the tunnel entrances
and step back. It was only seconds before furry heads began popping out of
the tunnels! The filthy terriers pulled the steaks under the shade of the
great oak, and hungrily tore into the sizzling steaks, stopping occasionally
to take huge bites of the butter-slathered baked potatoes.
When all tummies were finally full, they sat back on the grass and sighed.
It took only a few moments before the breeze through the trees lulled the
exhausted terriers into peaceful naptime. As the wee lads and lasses dozed
peacefully in the shade of the oak, Ty, Dom, and Jubilee...with the help of
Gracie border collie.....took their stations against the trunk of the great
oak, preparing to once again stand guard over these wee warriors. As the
little ones slept, the great guardians quietly discussed the day's events,
each trying to outdo the others with their tales of bravery.
Me???? I'm going to nap, too!!! I'd better rest up....they're planning to
go OUT tonight!!!!!!! Ohhhhhh, mercy!!
Katie was the first to wake from the shady afternoon nap. She quickly nudged
the others, and soon they all were stretching......wee bottoms raised high
in the air as the front ends stretched downward, mouths opened wide in noisy
yawns. Katie told the group to get cleaned up and dressed. They were going
to a private concert!!
Squeals of delight were followed by scurrying paws as they all raced to wash
away the dirt and grime. The house was soon filled with frenzied
preparations, all party pups eager to attend the mysterious concert. After
much juggling for places at the mirrors, and sharing of brushes, the Bash
Bunch reappeared....neatly coifed and well-dressed. They eagerly piled into
the swamp buggies, the engines roared to life.....then Bucky turned to ask
Riley, "WHERE are we going?"
Laughing, Riley stood up on the seat, and spoke loudly to the group. "My
friends, you will have the distinct pleasure.......the great treat of
attending a PRIVATE concert at the famed Municipal Auditorium !!" Seeing
the blank stares, Riley added, "Ahhhhhh, maybe you'd know it better as the
birthplace of the Louisiana Hayride, that began the careers of such
entertainers as Hank Williams, Johnny Cash, and so many
others.......ohhhhhh, maybe I should add another young fellow who began his
career here.......Elvis Presley!" Gasps of delight were heard as the Bash
Bunch began talking excitedly.
Bucky put the first buggy in gear and followed Riley's instructions to the
famed auditorium. The swamp buggies raced across town, turning onto Elvis
Presley Blvd., then pulled to a stop at the front of the imposing building.
Piling out, they scampered up the steps and into the historic site. The
attendant at the door greeted them warmly, saying that they were expected,
then showed the group to their front row seats. As soon as the Bash Bunch
was seated, the lights in the auditorium dimmed. A hush fell over the pups,
as they stared at the huge, rich, red velvet curtain lit by a single
spotlight. The drums started slowly at first, a slow,steady
rhythm.....gradually increasing the tempo, increasing the excitement of the
Bash Bunch with their crescendo. When the drums reached a fever pitch, the
curtains were swept aside to reveal.......the entire cast of Riverdance,
with the famed leader, Michael Flatley standing front and center!!!!
The Bash pups leaped to their feet, cheering!!! Loud aroooooooo's were
heard echoing through the hall, as the pups showed their enthusiasm for the
entertainment that was about to begin. Then, they nestled into their seats,
ready to enjoy a thrilling performance. What followed was a 2-hour
spectacle ! The wee lasses became more and more entranced by the handsome
good looks of Mr. Flatley, with more than one girl commenting on the fact
that the man looked exquisite without his shirt! The lasses eagerly watched
the performance, waving wildly each time the star neared their seats.
Giggling, they increased their efforts to gain his attention, earning sly
winks from the handsome dancer. Midget squealed, then leaped from her seat
and joined Michael onstage, her paws tapping rapidly to the rhythm of the
drums. Not to be outdone, Katie, Sophie Donnelly, Heather Arzani, Mitzi
Turner, and Molly Nixon joined Midget onstage, paws keeping time to the
cadence of the music.
The dancing on stage became more frenzied as the tempo increased, paws and
feet flying and tapping. Unable to restrain themselves any longer, the
remaining lasses joined the group on stage, where they danced gleefully.
The young dogs rolled their eyes at the silly behavior of the wee girlies,
but, then realizing that the girls LIKED this dancer fellow, they soon began
unbuttoning their shirts, allowing some fur to show. Then, they too jumped
What followed was nothing short of amazing. The scottie lads and their pals
glared at the dancer in challenge, then stretched into a line across the
front of the stage, boldly facing the Riverdance troupe. As the tapping of
the scotties' paws increased, the drums desperately tried to keep pace with
the incredible pups!! The lasses stopped dancing, to stare in amazement at
the incredible dancing being done by their own friends!!!!
Finally, the drums stopped, no longer able to maintain the blistering pace
being set by the lightning fast paws. With a nod of his head, Riley
signaled.....and as one, the scottie guys and their pals stopped, put their
paws on their hips, and stared boldly at the wee lasses. The girls burst
into wild squealing and applause, then raced over to their friends, and
showered them with praise......and more than a couple of kisses!! The
Riverdance cast, dejected in defeat, left the stage in a huff, vowing never
again to challenge terriers to dance !!
Laughing, the terriers and their friends waved proudly as the dancers left
the building......then turned their attention to Billy Carpini, who once
again pulled out his Dad's guitar. Strumming the guitar, Billy broke into
his own rendition of "Hound Dog", joined by Ace Graves, complete with
hip-shaking !! The group of friends spent the next hour, entertaining each
other onstage, with Brimley and Fergie dancing together in each other's
arms, Linus and Bonnie twirling to the strains of the guitar.....and no one
mentioned the off-key singing of one or two of their dearest pals!!!!
Finally deciding that they'd had enough fun for one day, the pups climbed
slowly into the buggies for the trip home. It didn't take long for the
youngsters to fall asleep in their foam beds, dreaming of flying and digging
and dancing !!!
And I'm not ABOUT to do anything to wake the furry gang up.......it's been
hard enough to wear them OUT !!!!
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, sleeping wee ones !!!!
The wee ones all slept IN this morning.........lazy, lounging pups sprawled
everywhere. What greeted my eyes when I checked in on the Bash Bunch was
quite "giggle-worthy" !!! I could tell that Katie had had her paw in
it....the entire room of wall-to-wall furry bodies was sleeping on their
backs, tummies shining, paws pointing upward, heads lolled back, at peace
with the world.
Quietly, I managed to tip-toe through the furry mass to the kitchen, where I
began preparing a true Southern breakfast for the "Wild Gang". Soon, the
smells of homemade biscuits, sizzling bacon, steaming grits, and the
Southern favorite, milk gravy wafted through the house, rousing the ravenous
youngsters. Hungry wee ones clustered around me, eager for a taste of the
I don't think Cracker Barrel or IHOP could have fed the mob as efficiently
as I did. Plates were prepared and passed around. Youngsters plopped down
in every available corner of the kitchen.....no one wanted to get too far
from the frying pans and the second helpings that were promised. The quiet
in the room was astounding......well, except for the slurping and chomping
sounds that filled the room......AND the occasional slap at a wayward paw
that tried to steal a fluffy, golden biscuit from a neighbor's plate.
Several pans of biscuits later, the group admitted that they couldn't stuff
another bite into their mouths. I smiled as I glanced around to see grits
and milk gravy covering the once-handsome beards of the scotties. Yes, the
breakfast had been a success.......one could always tell by the amount of
food that made it ONTO the whiskers instead of past them.
Katie got up and announced that it was time to pack. Everyone began
scurrying around, gathering their belongings, making sure that they had all
of their PetCo treasures. Then, they scampered out of the house, to the
waiting swamp buggies for the trip to the airport.
Upon reaching the airport, they were not surprised to see the same amount of
military strength being shown that they'd encountered on their arrival.
Only this time, the youngsters took advantage of the situation.....they
strutted proudly down the concourse between the lines of armed Marines, foam
beds tucked under their arms, Kongs and woobies clutched tightly in their
paws, giving "Royal Waves" to the curious onlookers who knew that, indeed,
these must be very special wee ones to require such a Presidential send-off.
As they trotted onto their private Scotcorde, several wee ones smiled at
Hulk as he stood braced against the cockpit door, patted him on the arm, and
told him not to worry.....that PuhDul Pilot was safe......THIS time!!!!
They each nestled down into a plush, leather-covered seat, turned around a
couple of times to locate the BEST position, then plopped down, and were
asleep almost immediately, dreaming of blue skies, dark tunnels, and tapping
The sleeping wee ones didn't see the F-117 Stealth fighters escort the
legendary Scotcorde into the air, didn't notice the great guardians, who
once again, took their places to watch over these wee warriors.
"My heavens! Is it always like this??" asked an amazed Gracie Border Collie.
Smiling, Ty, Dom, and Jubilee just nodded knowingly....realizing that
Shreveport is always lucky to even survive a BASH adventure.
And, as the Scotcorde begins its homeward rounds, we say farewell to ANOTHER
BASH adventure. Once again, we can say that we're "Survivors" of a Terrier
adventure of epic proportions!!!!
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