My name is Cesmina Paluduz, this is name I got where I grew the first 8 months. One day I was loaded and taken away. I had a dog's bed, big bag of dog food and a tractor to play with. We got out of the car at a little yellow house, where a little lady came to me and she talked to me and stroke me all the time. They brought me in the house, where another two girls looked at me with surprise. And I stayed there. I was given name Candy. Everyone wanted to be my friend. They were not bad, so I accepted them. I was alone, everyone tried to do me good. Only my mister was more strict, he wanted me to do, what he said. So we played a game, I obeyed one time and two times my mistress protected me by words that deerhounds did not need to be trained because the were nice and easy naturally. After some time even she acknowledged that I should obey sometimes, so I made her happy and she was glad and did not bother me that often.
I lived great life, then my mistress invented exhibitions, that was a thing. Many people, one touches you, than running around circle, where the one looking important in the middle sometimes brings my mistress close to a heart attack when he requires on more round. But when it turns good, my mistress is happy, I get a pet food and I get some rest in the garden. We also go to run to a meadow, sometimes there is a deer, so I go after it. I love running and after the silly exhibitions are over my mistress promised me that we will go out for jogging, which I see as a much better fun.
This is how I lived before they brought a small, ugly creature. They called him little Chicco and were fond of him - I do not know what did they liked at him. But he lived at home and he came to the garden only occasionally and his mistress watched him, so that I did not make him harm. Well, why should I? My mistress looked after me in the same way and his mistress looked after him, so what…
This Christmas changed everything. There was a pet food under the Christmas tree, but something was strange. My dog's bed was taken to the car in the afternoon (a sign that I travel somewhere) and really, we went for a visit. They had also deers and also a little white dog. They were good to me. But then it came - they brought a small black creature and my lovely mistress took her on her lap and brought her home. How is it possible? When we were at home, I ran home quickly from the car but they brouth the little one home with them, too. I realised I was not alone any more, Jany lives with us. Well, she has here cannel, here plate, here bucket with water, but she wants to be with me and is annoying. On the other hand I am the leader - which is nice. So I teach Jany and in the and I am not that sad. My mistress has two hands, so one strikes me and the other Jany. Simply we are two.

So I am a bit, well - not bigger - but older. I am a big girl. I was 3 years old this year. I had been a Scottish lady, calm and honorable, well behaved, like my breed should be. My mistress had been very fond of my gentleness and good manners. It had been something for her, such a gentle, well behaved and easygoing young lady. Then she brought the little black beast. She is cheeky pubescent, now. I have to accept, that I am not alone and that it is fun to be with her. She has grown up and learned the rules. Only I am not the lady so delighting my mistress, any more. I have to be the first or at least in the same time with little Jane, so that she was not oppressing me. So when my mistress comes home, it is a race, who comes to her first, who put legs first on her shoulders. We are like twins in this effort. We do the same when she brings meal, goes out with washed clothes, brings dog-leads and when she opens car for us to get in. In all these cases we are crazily crushing each other who comes the first with maximum damage around. Well, she has what she wanted, one not always gets just what she wants. She wanted to have two Scottish ladies and she has two wild pubescent girls… But she still hopes and hope is beautiful…