A Present from Auntie Joyce

This is a fine Westie wearing a little Scottish hat and a sash, just like in the parade. Auntie Joyce gave it to me for a parade present. Also some biscuits which I am sharing with Oliver. Who doesn't march in a parade.

The Tartan Parade 2016

It was a cold and rainy day, but I donned my new Balmoral cap and set off in my stroller to march in the parade.

I received my new prize coat from Barbour but Mama forgot to take to the right place when they judged the dogs so I couldn't try for another prize.

I saw some Viking which I didn't like

and we were so cold we stopped at Starbucks on the way home to get warm. As I was in a stroller they let me in.

It was not such a great time because of the weather, but I did my duty for my Scottish heritage.

 And we didn't get a picture with Jaimie who was Grand Marshall but we were too busy marching.

I Won a Prize!

A fine Barbour coat to wear in the Tartan Parade on Saturday. I am in the second row, Edwina Underfoot of Murray Hill. 
Mama entered a long while back, and you can see the entry form here:

Edwina Underfoot of Murray Hill is a Scot through and through, in her canine heritage and in the Aberdeen and Glasgow heritage of her human companion.

Six-year old Edwina prepares for her 5^th Tartan Day Parade by

Re-watching Outlander

Listening for the call of the pipes. (Due to the parade, she can't hear a piper without running to the source. Nancy Reagan's piper brought her to the screen.) Video: http://edwinaunderfoot.blogspot.com/

Choosing a tartan for a new kilt

Edwina loves her kilt and tam, but would be proud to sport a new Barbour coat.

The Pipes, the Pipes, Suddenly on the TV