San Francisco Bay Scottish Terrier Rescue

Rescue is in need of Foster Homes!! If you have room in your heart and home to care for a foster scottie, or you can provide a “forever” home for a rescued Scottie please email : or call:

Debby Knous 650–345–0245
Alice Ramsauer 408–738–4656
Pam Jewell 916–372–5003
Nancy Yarbrough Robson 650-  348-0407

After you contact Scottish Terrier Rescue, the next step will be to complete and submit the Application for Adoption Online 2016.

Mr. Mac Tavish

A true gentleman and a scholar! Truer words were never spoken of our beloved Mr. MacTavish, our Scottie who respected everyone he met, and who “read” every post, statue and blade of grass on his walks.  The only thing missing was his top hat and monocle!!

Mr. MacTavish came into our lives, with his companion of three years, Sallie Sue, the love of his life. It was Good Friday in 2007, when they bounced into our lives brought by their beloved rescuer Debby Knous. What a lively pair they made, one was never far from the other, and they loved to team up on us for requests.

They could not have been more opposite in their styles, Sallie gregarious, outgoing, ready to conquer the world, Mac reserved, patient and never too demanding. But together they made a great pair.  Alas, Sallie Sue crossed the rainbow bridge in 2015, after a three-year battle with bladder cancer.

Mac continued on with the being the sole benefactor of our love and attention. He loved to cuddle up on the couch for a good nap and movie on a rainy Saturday afternoon with some “Trader Joe’s Charlies” while his guardians munched on popcorn.  On a warm Saturday morning, he would enjoy his walks in the Presidio reading sign posts and greeting fellow walkers and their four-legged companions.  Yes, almost every place we went – he went, he loved all the stores that allow dogs, he loved being the center of attention and most of all he loved being the one who captured our hearts. After having been told more than a few times he was the “George Clooney” of Scotties, he would look up and just smile and move along his merry way.

On October 1, a week shy of his 15th birthday, he crossed over the rainbow bridge, after having been diagnosed with bone cancer, which he finally succumbed too.   He will be missed by everyone who met him, but especially by us, who were lucky enough to be his guardians while on this planet called earth.

Rest in peace little man, we miss and love you very much.


With the recent rains we would like to remind all Scottie families of the danger of wild mushrooms.  Club member Suzy Sheehan has allowed us to reprint an article she wrote twelve years ago regarding her beloved Scotties’ tragic encounter.

Suzy Sheehan’s letter in part:

In early December of 2004, my husband and I were the adoptive parents of three Scottish Terriers. We had had Cutty from the time she was eight weeks old and we were looking forward to her fifteenth birthday in January of2005. Angus, the lone male, was five years of age and had been with us since he was a puppy. Stella, all of sixteen weeks, had been with us only since early November.

Monday, December 6th was completely uneventful for us. The dogs ate their breakfast in. the morning and their dinner at 5:30 p.m. everyone had a good appetite. At about 2:00 a.m. on December 7th, we were awakened to Stella vomiting in her crate next to our bed. Her vomit was mostly clear bile mixed with a very few pieces of undigested dog food. We cleaned up both dog and crate and tried to get back to sleep. Within an hour we were awakened by Cutty vomiting. Unlike Stella’s, her vomit contained a great deal of undigested food. While we were cleaning Cutty and her bed, Stella vomited again.

At that point, I called our veterinary clinic, a 24 hour facility with a veterinarian on duty at all times. The recommendation was that we monitor things to’ see if this was just a minor problem or take further action if things deteriorated. Neither of us slept much for the remainder of the night; but we also had no more vomiting from either dog.

I first sensed a more serious problem when I tried to feed Stella her breakfast in the morning. She had no interest in food or water and sat staring into space. Cutty ate a little breakfast and drank water. By 8:00 a.m., I had Stella at the veterinary clinic.

The quick diagnosis was some sort of GI problem and the veterinarian asked to keep Stella at the clinic for a day of observation and hydration. At noon Cathy, our vet, called to say that Stella seemed fine and that we could pick her up around 5 pm. At 3 pm she called to say that Stella had taken a turn for the worse. I contacted my husband and he went home to check on both Cutty and Angus. He discovered that Cutty was experiencing diarrhea and was obviously in distress. He took her to the clinic immediately and she too was placed on IV. Numerous tests and ultra sounds of the liver were done on both dogs, the results of which showed their livers were failing.

Our veterinarian told us that all of the diagnostics suggested mushroom poisoning and that neither dog would likely make it through the night. Stella died in the early afternoon on the following day. Cutty was going down rapidly and we elected to euthanize her about twenty minutes after Stella had passed. A biopsy on Stella’s liver disclosed “with about 99 certainty” that the ingestion of all or part of a toxic mushroom had led to complete liver failure which killed her and, almost certainly, Cutty.

Based on our research we have concluded the following: There are no “harmless” mushrooms in the yard, any and all must be removed immediately and disposed of in the trash (not in a compost pile). There is no way to “non-scientifically identify whether or not a mushroom is a poison verity.

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The Adventures of Miss Sally Sue and Mister Mister McTavish!

Sally Sue & Mr. McTavishBounding in the house like a bolt of lighting, were two high-energy Scotties, who were wondering if this was just one more stop on their travels or was it as Debby promised a home forever!

Miss Sally Sue or aka “Long Tall Sally” was the first to size things up, hmmm the pillows on the couch can go sliding and flying with just a slight kick, the coffee table sitting in front of the couch seems to be the track markers for a good chase with her brother when things slow down.  Of course she had to give everything the sniff test and kept looking back at Debby to say is this it- are we finally home or this just another stopover?

Mister McTavishOn the other hand Mister- Mister McTavish or better known as “no-name” since he didn’t know his real name, (skinny and weak), was following his sister around, looking for cues of whether this place just might work.  While trying to stand proud and confident as a great Scottie should, he was certain to be within sight of where she was and what she was doing. Of course at meal time, that was his domain, a little sirloin mixed with kibble seemed to convince him this place just might work.

As you might imagine, the first night all in all went smoothly, as good visitors, they happily ate the dinner provided by the hosts, then proceeded to sleep in the guest bed provided….although it must have seen crowded, because the hosts were there as well.

Over the next couple of weeks, the hosts became guardians and started laying down some rules (of course they were seldom if ever obeyed) and a routine started to form, walks with their own personal trainer, Tim along with their buddies and a fun loving aunt named Debra became a regular companion on their adventures who kept telling them everything would be all right.  The only break in the routine, were the days when Debby came back to take them off to get “tutored” or something like that…..

Things are sure different here than in Sacramento, bicyclists go wheeling by, buses hiss at every corner, dogs seem to walk everywhere with their owners, and the parking in the city, oh well that’s another story; life seems to hold an adventure everyday.

All in all this is everything Debby promised, lots of love, good food, our place on the couch and of course the garden!  This is a place called home…..