Kaci and I are upset. You see, there was a six month old Scottie boy who had peeps who weren’t prepared for an energetic terrier. He was only 40 miles away. They were getting him a new home. We got our two cents in as quickly as possible. It was a match made in heaven (his name, Kiemo, even started with a K). Email wasn’t fast enough-we should have had Kismet make a special delivery. Someone beat us to him. Boo Hiss. There aren’t many of us Scotties here and almost none for rescue.