Picking up Ashscot I "chews" you Valentine!

On Monday, April 14, 2014 we flew to Houston to pick up Oz.  It was exactly one year ago to the day we had said good bye to Oliver.  What are the chances of that ever working out? 

We knew Oz was a gift to us from heaven.  It was such an exciting day.

Heading out, our seats were in 14A and 14B.  We boarded at 6:20 and as tired as I was, I noticed our seat numbers.  I chuckled because we were sitting in row 14 to begin our trip to pick up Mr. 14 the Wizard. 
We were in synch with the universe AGAIN!



Here comes the drill!




Hey Red Dot, we're going to pick up our Red Heart!

 We had met Bebe, Kay and Linda, the Ashscot breeders at the Houston airport.  They were so wonderful, they saved us time by picking us up and we never had to wait at the rental desk.  We went to lunch and then to Kay's house to meet Oz.  His little body, just knocked our socks off!  I also got to love up Kenny, Oz's brother and his sister.  While Kenny was being held, his paws automatically folded criss-cross applesauce... just like a gentleman.  I will always remember petting Mikey, CH. Ashscot's Thriller's coat.  Wow, I loved his thick coat. I got to also see Luka and it was just one happy family. 

I was beside myself with Westie company.  I always wanted a picture of me among westies. Unfortunately, I left my camera in the car and it was raining cats and dogs.  Needless to say, I had an opportunity and totally forgot because of all the excitement!  What a wonderful trip.  I would really like to see Dr. Kay McGuire show her westies someday.  I sure wished I had her knowledge on stripping and grooming too, I just love that hard coat.  

Sue, our travel agent, told us to be back to the airport by 3:00 because we had to check in Oz. Time went so fast; it seemed this trip happened in a blink of a magical moment.  Our flight out of Houston was delayed but it was no big deal until we had to catch our connecting flight out of Detroit.  It was at least a 2 mile run to our gate on a different concourse with no time to waste...no bathroom break!  Poor Oz, he was holding on for dear life in his Sherpa bag!  He wasn't whining or crying or anything..just swinging to our stride. 
What a wizard!  We made the flight but it was already boarded!

Mike puts Oz's carrier on his lap and opens it up!

Mike can't help himself so he risks getting us kicked off the plane!

Oz never fussed, I guess dad wanted to bond.

We love our #14, our cheesehead, the great and powerful Wizard of Oz. 
He is our main man, our lover man and our forever man!

Down you go, here she comes!