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Scottish Terrier Songs (39:54)
(©2004 Heather T. Strong & Kate Connick)

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Live Scottie Song Performances
Heather was delighted to sing live and meet all the terrific Scottie owners at these events:
May 21, 2005: WI - annual Door County Scotty Rally.
October 2004: NM - Event sponsored by Great Scots Magazine.


Diehard Hunter
(lyrics ©2004 Kate Connick)

Dark and deep, I tunnel through,
Not sure what I will find.
The drive to dig through the earth,
Is inherent to my kind.

Soft soil yields to busy paws.
I snuffle like a pig.
Dirt in every orefice,
Onward do I dig!

I meet a hairy, ugly thing,
All teeth and nails, and MEAN!
It snarls and hisses, bites my nose.
To battle, I am keen!

I curse his life, his family's too.
Call him nasty names.
He yells right back and bites again.
These are terrier dog games.

The Scottish heart, so brave and bold.
Diehard through and through.
Fierce hunter,
Brave protector,
A bit of dreamer, too.

Some nitwit has me by the tail,
And tries to yank me back.
Damned I'll be to leave right now.
I live for the attack!

I lunge forth with my teeth ahead,
Big and pearly white.
And bite the ugly, stinkin' thing.
He's in for quite the fright!

I clamp down hard and hear him squeal.
Shake him to and fro.
I'll not give in until I've dealt
To him, the final blow.

Savagely we battle,
And wounded I persist.
Others would have given up
For war, I do exist.

The Scottish heart, so brave and bold.
Diehard through and through.
Fierce hunter,
Brave protector,
A bit of dreamer, too.

Hours later, the scene is still.
Vanquished is my foe.
I lick my paws, the victor,
Until I hear a screaming, "NO!"

"Oh Mac, you're such a bad dog!
You destructive little pup!
I just bought that brand new teddy bear,
And you've gone and ripped it up!!"

The Scottish heart, so brave and bold.
Diehard through and through.
Fierce hunter,
Brave protector,
A bit of dreamer, too.


No Herbicide
(lyrics ©2004 Kate Connick)

I care about my Scottie dog
And keep in mind his needs:
Sunshine, food, fresh water,
Maybe even weeds?

Dandelions, quackgrass,
Plantain, Queen Anne's lace -
All of them are welcome
Inside my Scottie's space.

My neighbor's lawn, a model -
Lush and verdant grass.
But if their gardener offers,
I'll tell him that I pass.

I worry 'bout my Scottie dog.
Weeds won't bruise my pride.
My Scottie means too much to me;
Don't want no herbicide!

The perfect turf eludes me.
I'm too afraid to spray.
I'll just call them wildflowers,
And invite the weeds to stay.

My little dog, he digs and romps,
Stalks bugs and eats the dirt.
I have a fence to keep him safe,
Don't want him to get hurt.

My worries now have been confirmed
By Perdue's research study.
Appears that lawn care chemicals
Can harm my Scottish buddy.

I worry 'bout my Scottie dog.
Weeds won't bruise my pride.
My Scottie means too much to me;
Don't want no herbicide!


Mother's Scottie
(lyrics ©2004 Kate Connick)

"Terriers are precious dogs,"
Mother used to say,
"The best of all, a Scotty dog."
She longed for one someday.

She raised her kids with other pets,
But never lost the thought.
Throughout the years, it remained
A Scotty that she sought.

Pet stores are verboten.
Their ethics, very few.
But the moment that she saw him,
Suddenly she knew...

"You're a very special dog.
The one that's meant for me.
How'd I manage all this time
Without your company?"

Bristly coat, one floppy ear,
A snout fit for a bear.
Homely as the day is long,
But mother didn't care.

Muscles weak and wobbly,
Caged for way too long.
Mother carried him on walks
Until his legs grew strong.

Spoiled with impunity,
She gave him homecooked food.
Couldn't bear to scold him,
And regularly cooed...

"You're a very special dog.
The one that's meant for me.
I can't imagine what I'd do
Without your company."

She never saw his birthday;
Felled by a massive stroke.
She lived but never walked again
Or laughed or even spoke.

It didn't matter to her dog.
He'd snuggle close and nap,
Nudge her hand for petting,
Curl up in her lap.

He'd wait beside her patiently
For games she couldn't play.
And cock his head to listen
As she'd mutely say...

"You're a very special dog.
The one that's meant for me.
I can't imagine what I'd do
Without your company."

The little dog outlived her.
He still had work to do.
He comforted the family,
And helped to get them through.

Father shared his sandwiches.
Daughters took him hiking.
For old folks in wheelchairs,
He had a special liking.

And then, too young, the Scotty died.
He made his final choice.
Faithfully he tracked her down,
Heard that familiar voice...

"You're a very special dog.
The one that's meant for me.
How'd I manage all this time
Without your company?"

Terriers are precious dogs.
Mother told me so.
The best of all, a Scottie dog.
I've seen it, and I know.


Nobody's Slave
(lyrics ©2004 Kate Connick)

Peering out from beetling brow,
Dark eyes, piercing and intense.
This dog is a thinker.
He's taken great offense.

You bellow orders, yank his chain;
He thinks you've lost your noodle.
Proud and bold, this fiesty dog
Aint nobody's poodle.

He works on union contract.
No fool, he knows his rights.
He's not some naive puppy,
Yet he'd rather avoid fights.

Treats and toys and happy talk
Seduce him to behave.
Your bond can be remarkable,
But he'll never be your slave.

He'll work with you and make you proud,
But he's not without demands.
Foremost on the list,
Relinquish all "commands."

He prefers to be requested.
Politeness is a must.
You may have done it other ways,
But I'm sure you can adjust.

Ditch the domineering stuff,
And lose the attitude.
Wanna be his Alpha?
Show him gourmet food.

Treats and toys and happy talk
Seduce him to behave.
Your bond can be remarkable,
But he'll never be your slave.

You're catching on, but slowly.
You tend to be a nag.
That carrot tail's not meant to droop.
You've gotta make it wag.

Don't drill him on the boring stuff
Like stand and heel and stay.
Break it up and have some fun.
He'd really rather play.

The reason to like Scotties -
Their independent souls.
Appreciate just who they are.
Set realistic goals.

Treats and toys and happy talk
Seduce him to behave.
Your bond can be remarkable,
But he'll never be your slave.

He needs to sniff and dig and bark.
He has a busy life.
He can't hang on your every word
Like some old-fashioned wife.

If you need a dog to kow tow,
Obey your every whim,
There are dogs that fit the bill,
But it sure as heck aint him.

He's only cute in image.
He doesn't suffer fools.
He's happy with his sense of self,
Not bound by human rules.

Treats and toys and happy talk
Seduce him to behave.
Your bond can be remarkable,
But he'll never be your slave.


Scotty Bark
(lyrics ©2004 Kate Connick)

Woof! Woof! Woof! - the thunderous rage
Could panic the likes of Satan.
My childish heart could not conceive
A dog so bent on hatin'

I had to pass that shingled house
On my way to school
Grit my teeth and close my eyes
Fresh meat versus ghoul!

I hadn't ever seen him.
His sounds, they were so frightening.
I'd say a prayer and long for Mom,
And run past, quick as lightning.

Spiders, snakes, demented clowns
Monsters 'neath the bed
Fear plays in the child's mind,
The unknown fosters dread.
Fear plays in the child's mind,
The unknown fosters dread.

And so the fateful day arrived.
The wretched cur broke free.
All my nightmares realized.
He would devour me!

My heart, it raced!
My pulse did pound!
My legs, they flew!
Yet losing ground!

So close, that beast!
So hot his breath!
Goodbye world!
A certain death!

Spiders, snakes, demented clowns
Monsters 'neath the bed
Fear plays in the child's mind,
The unknown fosters dread.
Fear plays in the child's mind,
The unknown fosters dread.

I scrambled on the neighbor's car,
Covered all in sweat.
Slowly, carefully turned to look,
A move I don't regret.

Beneath me sat a bright-eyed pup,
With eyebrows and a beard.
He cocked his head and wagged his tail.
'Twas a Scottie that I'd feared.

He growled again, abruptly barked,
Uttered something like "Aroo"
A lady called out from the porch,
"He wants to play with you!"

Spiders, snakes, demented clowns
Monsters in the dark
Silly me to worry so,
About a Scottie's bark.
Silly me to worry so,
About a Scottie's bark.


Good with Kids?
(lyrics ©2004 Kate Connick)

Recommended breeds for kids
Never list the Scot.
Reputation has it,
His temper is too hot.

Inscrutable and rabbit-fast,
Jaws like an angry gator;
Bite first. Bite hard.
Ask questions later.

Rescue groups get loads of Scots
That will not suffer brats -
They look at kids suspiciously
Like hairless, biped rats.

But which creates the problem -
Dogs or utter fools
Who never really sit them down
And teach the kids some rules?

Don't pull his tail.
Don't take his food.
Don't chase him 'round.
Don't be rude.
Don't tease him, squeeze him, sit on him.
Don't treat him like a toy.
Treat him like you would treat
Another girl or boy.

Kids might not seem very large,
But a Scottie could get hurt.
We are so much bigger,
And he's just a little squirt.

He likes when kids are gentle
And stroke him on the back.
A bear-hug to a little dog
Can feel like an attack.

Screaming, running banshees
Confuse his hunter's mind.
Dispatching frantic vermin
Is the reason for his kind.

A bit of kid himself,
Of toys and treats, he's fond.
Sharing these, well supervised
Can help to seal a bond.

Don't pull his tail.
Don't take his food.
Don't chase him 'round.
Don't be rude.
Don't tease him, squeeze him, sit on him.
Don't treat him like a toy.
Treat him like you would treat
Another girl or boy.

I grew up with a Scottie mix.
We had a lot of fun.
If I could re-live history,
He'd still be the one.

Keep your goldens and your labs.
Scottie - kid's best friend.
Patient, loyal, loving;
Trustworthy to the end.

Kids are trying on the nerves.
We know that's all too real.
But supervision and some rules
Make it a winning deal.

Don't pull his tail.
Don't take his food.
Don't chase him 'round.
Don't be rude.
Don't tease him, squeeze him, sit on him.
Don't treat him like a toy.
Treat him like you would treat
Another girl or boy.


Humble Scottie
(lyrics ©2004 Kate Connick)

No more perfect dog exists
Than this humble little Scot.
Other breeds, they envy me
For everything they're not.

My shortness is an asset
When vermin must be found.
The Border Collie, low it slinks.
It still can't go to ground.

That herder has my sympathy.
He's really not quite right.
Moving mutton back and forth all day;
Poor dog just aint too bright.

Low-slung is the Basset,
But those ears are a deception.
They're big but they don't stand like mine
And improve t.v. reception.

An Afghan's locks, remarkable,
But who wants a coat to tangle.
One can't be prissy 'bout their looks
With vicious rats to wrangle.

No more perfect dog exists
Than this humble little Scot.
Other breeds, they envy me
For everything they're not.

Yes, a Golden's friendly to the world.
Is that really such a feat?
Loyalty should not extend
To every weirdo with a treat.

I can't imagine a Chihuahua
Digging ditches with its toes.
A roly-poly Bulldog
Barely has a nose.

Now Rotties, they impress me.
What a fearsome force.
But a Scottie is all that, concealed.
Just like a Trojan horse.

A Bichon is too hard to clean.
White always shows the dirt.
A Collie is a weenie
When it comes to getting hurt.

No more perfect dog exists
Than this humble little Scot.
Other breeds, they envy me
For everything they're not.

Labs are all too common.
P.R. is where the Pit is weak.
Chows look all anoxic.
In which direction points the Peke?

Poodles are just victims
Of scissors gone amok.
Of all the breeds, I'd have to say
They have the worst darn luck.

Beagle barks can rouse the dead.
Huskies blow their coats in clumps.
Wolfhounds don't live very long.
Boxers grow too many lumps.

Surely Scotties have their flaws, you say.
They must lack in some ability.
Let me now assure you,
We only lack humility!

We only lack humility,
But not because we're snotty.
There really is no better dog
Than a diehard little Scottie.

No more perfect dog exists
Than this humble little Scot.
Other breeds, they envy me
For everything they're not.


Barney Says
(lyrics ©2004 Kate Connick)

Politics just aren't my thing.
Can't tell a jester from a king.
But you know a man by how he treats his dog.

And Barney says
"He's a good man, a decent guy.
Finds time to throw my ball."
Perfect? Maybe not to you.
But to this dog, he's always been true.

The media, they catch his gaffs,
And milk them for a thousand laughs.
But a dog doesn't care about that stuff.

He hugged him when the towers fell.
A dog just lives for things to smell.
Global is as far as 'round the block.

And Barney says
"He's a good man, a decent guy.
Finds time to throw my ball."
Perfect? Maybe not to you.
But to this dog, he's always been true.

Johnson tugged on ears to public dread.
Clinton's lab got mashed by tire tread.
But Fala had the job well understood.

Be there as a trusted friend,
Proud and loyal to the end,
No matter what they say about your pal.

And Barney says
"He's a good man, a decent guy.
Finds time to throw my ball."
Perfect? Maybe not to you.
But to this dog, he's always been true.

A Scottie knows a thing or two,
'Bout what a President could do
To look out for the vast United States.

A Scottie loves his kind and treats them well,
Chases bad guys into hell.
Don't tread on what is dear to his brave heart.

And Barney says
"He's a good man, a decent guy.
Finds time to throw my ball."
Perfect? Maybe not to you.
But to this dog, he's always been true.

Politics just aren't my thing.
Can't tell a jester from a king.
But you know a man by how he treats his dog.


Rats
(lyrics ©2004 Kate Connick)

Rats, rats, a gourmet food;
Some might find the idea rude,
But a Scotty's always in the mood
To eat a juicy rat.

Broiled, sauteed, almondine;
Marbled, even extra-lean;
The trick's to get the darn thing clean.
To eat a juicy rat.

Julia Child had no clue.
The best meat for the family stew
Isn't one that utters moo.
To eat a juicy rat.

No rat parts ever go to waste.
Savor the entire taste.
Then use the tail to floss in haste.
To eat a juicy rat.

Harvest from the wood or city.
Way too big for someone's kitty;
To miss out would just be a pity.
To eat a juicy rat.

Rats, rats, a gourmet food;
Some might find the idea rude,
But a Scotty's always in the mood
To eat a juicy rat.

A Scotty's made for stuff like this;
Not some poodly little priss.
His angry, toothy, fatal kiss
To eat a juicy rat.

Roof and Norway rat agree.
It's in a Scotty's pedigree
To be a chef of high degree.
To eat a juicy rat.

The day may come, you may regret
Having any other pet
Should a nest of rats you get.
To eat a juicy rat.

A Scotty earns his keep this way,
Although such culinary games are play.
Preparing rat just makes his day.
To eat a juicy rat.

Rats, rats, a gourmet food;
Some might find the idea rude,
But a Scotty's always in the mood
To eat a juicy rat.


For Adoption
(lyrics ©2004 Kate Connick)

I said a prayer to St. Bernard.
He turns lost into found.
I languish in this prison cell
At the local pound.

A Scottie out there needs you.
She's past the puppy stage.
Heart heavy now and lonely,
Abandoned in her cage.
Breeders are one way to go,
But don't forget adoption.
One thoughtless person's discard
Might be your winning option.

My first home said they loved me,
But not enough, I fear.
When other interests took their time,
They chose to leave me here.

Reluctant to trust strangers,
In my run, I hang far back.
My coat is damp and matted
Like a dirty, dark haystack.

Whenever someone greets me,
I end up being told,
"You're sweet but mighty stinky,
And really just too old."

A Scottie out there needs you.
She's past the puppy stage.
Heart heavy now and lonely,
Abandoned in her cage.
Breeders are one way to go,
But don't forget adoption.
One thoughtless person's discard
Might be your winning option.

And so I wait and hope and pray,
Not giving in just yet.
I've heard rumors of a miracle
They call the Internet.

Find a date, a quote, cheap pills,
Or maybe a stray pup.
I keep hoping that the timing's right
And someone looks me up.

Delete the spam, bypass the porn.
This is your reminder.
Go type "Scottish Terrier"
In the search box at Petfinder.

A Scottie out there needs you.
She's past the puppy stage.
Heart heavy now and lonely,
Abandoned in her cage.
Breeders are one way to go,
But don't forget adoption.
One thoughtless person's discard
Might be your winning option.


A sample of the comments we've received:

"Thank you again for allowing us to share the lyrics of the Scottish Terrier Songs at our (Scottish Terrier Club of New England) annual banquet. Everyone loved them." Marie M., Nov. 2004

"We love this CD! These people KNOW Scotty dogs. The kids sing RATS at dinner!" Warner G., Aug. 2004 (eBay feedback)

"Outstanding CD! Thanks for a great collectors item." Jarin S., Aug. 2004 (eBay feedback)

"Dear Kate, We are positively delighted with the Scottie songs!! ...Your words have captured the essence of the Scottie's character and we alternated laughter and tears as we listened to the songs. You and Heather have truly impressed us with your artistry. We only wonder how on earth your partnership is carried out with such a distance separating you. However you manage it, the result is really spectacular, and we thank you both for it... If you ever do more Scottie material, would you please keep us informed?" Marylee & Bob Z., July 2004 (email)

"WOW!!! What a GREAT CD!!!! Our Scotties (and Beagles) LOVE it!! As for us... We couldn't have asked for better!! Thanx for doing such a wonderful job for our precious Scotties!! Licks and Wags" - Al B., July 2004 (email)

"Great CD! You sure know Scotties...Fabulous little souls. Thanks again & again!" - Liz L., July 2004 (eBay feedback)

"Great cd! Songs funny and touching!" - Mark S., July 2004 (eBay feedback)

"Super fast shipping and super songs. Greatest Scottie item ever." - Diana S., July 2004 (eBay feedback)

"Got the CDís... The photo on the cover is FANTASTIC!!!" - Jim B., July 2004 (email)

"Excellent quality CD, I love it and so does my Scottie." - Mary Ann G., June 2004 (eBay feedback)

"Hi Heather, Received the Cds on Friday, thanks again. All I can say is LOVE IT, LOVE IT... I have already had two other clubs call about you doing another breeds...Thanks again." - Laura B., June 2004 (email)

"I JUST RECEIVED MY SCOTTIE CD. I LOVE IT. DO YOU PLAN ON DOING ANY OTHER BREEDS... WHAT GREAT GIFTS. THANKS AGAIN." - GINGER R., June 2004 (email)

(and our most creative feedback!)
"Thank you Kate,............... I love it!!!!!!!!!!!!
The lyrics made me laugh ..........and cry,
I'm sure you planned it just that way.
So, as soon as you get the cd's in the mail,
Send two of them my way!!
You are the poet laureate
you have a way with words I'd say.
You speak as one who knows the Scottie
His every whim and way!
Thank you for this wonders peek,
It gave me so much pleasure,
I think you have a winner here
a wondrous Scottie treasure,"
-Ruth W., May 2004 (email)


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