{"product_id":"2940016637280","title":"The Story of Scotch","description":"Excerpt:\u003cbr\u003eA famous collie and her five little puppies came into the possession of a Swedish farmer of my acquaintance. For an unimportant and forgotten kindness which I had shown his children, he decided that I should have one of these promising puppies. To his delight I chose the \"wisest one,\" wee \"Scotch,\" who afterwards gave pleasure to hundreds of people and who for eight years was a factor in my life.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI carried little Scotch all day long in my overcoat pocket as I rode through the mountains on the way to my cabin. His cheerful little face,[2] his good behavior, and the bright way in which he poked his head out of my pocket, licked my hand, and looked at the scenery, completely won my heart before I had ridden an hour.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWe camped for the night by a dim road near a deserted ranch-house in the mountains. Scotch was quiet during the long ride, but while I was lighting the camp-fire he climbed out of my overcoat and proceeded, puppy fashion, to explore the camp. After one bark at my pony he went over to make her acquaintance. He playfully smelled of each of her feet, gave a happy bark, and jumped up to touch her nose with his own. Cricket, the pony, intently watched his performance with lowered head and finally nosed him in a friendly manner.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI shut him up in a small abandoned cabin for the night. He at once objected and set up a terrible barking and howling, gnawing fiercely at the crack beneath the door and trying to tear his way out. Fearing he would break his little puppy teeth, or possibly die from frantic and persistent efforts to be free, I concluded to release him from the cabin. My fears that he would run away if left free were groundless. He made his way to my saddle, which lay on the ground near by, crawled under it, turned round beneath it, thrust his little head from beneath the arch of the horn, and lay down with a look of contentment, and also with an air which said: \"I'll take care of this saddle. I'd like to see any one touch it.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd watch it he did. At midnight a cowboy came to my camp-fire. He had been thrown from his bronco and was making back to his outfit on foot. Tiny Scotch flew at him ferociously; never have I seen such faithful ferocity in a dog so small and young. I took him in my hands and assured him that the visitor was welcome, and in a moment little Scotch and the cowboy were side by side gazing at the fire.","brand":"Hannah Stuart","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47071552078064,"sku":"2940016637280","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940016637280_p0.jpg?v=1763639222","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940016637280","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}