Let’s talk and share stories of Scotland. You know you wanna…
I took a few short trips to Scotland before I becoming a home and pet sitter and only ever to Edinburgh. When I became a full-time sitter, I was thrilled (chuffed) and privileged to go as many as 8-9 times my first year and experience a life I never imagined.
At the airport flying in from London.
Chickie, my first Scottish lass I cared for. She had a neurological problem, trauma they said and suffered from something like night terrors. She was such a sweetie but she would suddenly jump in terror and claw you. I sat for her on 3 separate occasions.
The view from the window The flat was directly on the Water of Leith.