There was one thing we could always be assured of when visiting the Canadian Westie Specialty. Somewhere, outside the ring, could be found a big bear of a man having a draw on his ever present pipe. Jim Scott was a gentle giant, a friend to all and a man with a dry wit. Everyone who ever talked to him came away feeling they had met a new friend.
Jim and his wife Peggy, purchased their first Westies in 1958 from Victor Blochin. They were Bencruachen MacDuff the 4th and Bencruachen Morag. In 1959, they registered their kennel as Macmor after their beloved two: Mac for MacDuff and Mor from Morag. They became members of the Canadian, American, British and English Westie clubs in 1959.
Over the years, they were quite successful in both the whelping box and the conformation show ring finishing over 25 champions and winning the 1975 National Specialty with their homebred dog, Ch. Seumas O’Macmor. Am/Can Ch. Macmor Magnum and import, Am/Can Ch. Whitebriar Jonnington were two of their more recent stars and that were well received by the Westie community. To the best of my knowledge, all Jim’s dogs were owner prepared and handled to these wins.
Out of respect to a great man, the CWHWTC dedicated its 1990 Specialty to Jim. As usual, he took it in stride without a lot to say except thank you. Jim served the Club well. In both 1964 and again in 1992, he was president; from 1991 through 1993, he acted as Specialty show chairman; in 1995, he judged Puppy Sweeps. Throughout this time period, he continued to show his dogs and keep us entertained with his quiet wit.
Around 1970, Jim and Peggy decided to add a little colour to their lives and bring in Scotties. I have met a number of people that had these “other terriers” from Macmor and heartily agreed as they recounted what lovely people the Scotts were.
Jim was always approachable and unfailingly willing to help. He was truly a lovely and kind man and will be missed.
For those of us that had the privilege to know him, we are saddened to announce his passing. We will never be able to stand at ringside without seeing him there with his sheepish smile, the devilish twinkle of his eye and, of course, puffing on his pipe.
Farewell for now Jim. Until we meet again.
Margaret Buglass