Gregor, as he was called, was a brindle Cairn Terrier from champion lines. Stubborn to a fault and very mischevious, he loved his family dearly, especially mom. MacGregor would rather take a long car ride than be left at home. Leaving him at home usually resulted in every roll of toilet paper in the house being unrolled and ripped to shreads.

MacGregor was more like a cat with nine lives. You always had to take a good look around the door before opening it, because 9 out of 10 he would try to bolt out the house and run around. When my grandpa McClintock used to stay with Rob and I when our folks were out of town, MacGregor knew grandpa wasn't fast enough to keep him from bolting out the door. Grandpa used to pay the kids in the neighborhood a buck to catch him. Those kids made their money that year!

In 1976 he snuck out and wasn't able to be found. Mom and dad checked with the city dog catcher, but he said he had not caught a Cairn terrier. They checked with the Cleveland dog pound, but they said no also. As days passed they gave up hope of ever finding him. Out of the blue they got a call from the vet. Seems someone had found him at the dog pound marked as a Schnauzer (he never did like those dogs) and they thought he was theirs. When they got him home (he was so happy to be out he'd have gone with anyone), they found the vet tag bolted to his collar and his other license tag too. Seems that MacGregor was a litter mate of their male who had gotten loose about the same time. So, MacGregor made it back home, and he never tried to run off again. The family was furious that both the city and the dog pound never noticed the dog was wearing a collar with his tags attached. We were lucky!

One of MacGregor's favorite passtimes was floating around in the pool in the backyard. Problem was, this dog couldn't swim - he sank like a lead log! I made him the red wetsuit which when you placed him in the water it acted like a balloon and kept him afloat. He preferred to float around on the pool chair and take in the cool water in the suns rays on those hot Texas summer days. He could float for hours and hours with that one.

MacGregor was diagnosed with Cushing's disease and as a result was a secondary diabetic during his last two years of life. Like Angus later, he also was very compliant with the insulin shots and all. His favorite passtime was lying in the sunbeams along the edge of the swimming pool in the back yard. I came home one day to find MacGregor had passed away in his sleep while lying in that sunbeam by the side of the pool - he was 13 years old. The family and the other animals missed him - the old guy was gone, but never forgotten!