I found out you're in Scotland and I think I know why.....

Besides being a nice little white dog, I'm actually a WEST HIGHLAND WHITE TERRIER. I never knew that a Westie (which is what you always call me), was actually a Scottish dog! A WEST HIGHLAND WHITE TERRIER. WOW!

No WONDER you went to Scotland - you want to learn more about me. Well I have been looking into it too, now that I know. There are some things you only find out by going to Langford. I found out I am a West Highland White Terrier, from Scotland!

I think I look like a show dog in this picture.

I am, of course, a West Highland White Terrier

I'm wondering though. Why all the fuss about those Highland Coos?? All 3 of you have been posting pictures of those funny looking things, but not ONE Westie (I'll just call us Westies now because it is so long to write West Highland White Terrier). If you're there to find out about Westies you should post some pictures of the local Westies - don't you think? Be sure to take your camera when you go out in case you see one.

I've been trying to find out if my clan has its own tartan. I can't seem to find out. I'm sure there is one, so maybe you could ask somebody. If you find it please bring me a blanket or a collar in my tartan. I saw that you know about the MacDonald tartan. I don't think you really need to know about that one.

Here's some stuff I have found out.

1. My relatives are the Dandie Dinmont, Skye, and Scottish and Cairn Terriers.

2. I ORIGINATED in Scotland! My kin were fox hunters badger hunters and otter hunters. They were also known for killing vermin but Sharon says we don't say the actual word but you probably know what I mean. 

3. Listen to this! My kin go back to the 17th century!! That seems like it is a long to me - right? Anyway, back to the 17th century and a small breed of dogs that James 1 of Argyllshire gave to the king of France. I think all of this is a very big deal. 

See what you can find out about that.

4. I know how I got to be white instead of brown, too! Just ask me if you want to know. 

5. We used to be called something else, too, but you can ask me that too. I just hope you're finding some of this stuff out for yourselves. We've been called the West Highland White Terrier since 1906. That's a pretty long time too!

6. Best of all, they say that I am so full of self esteem that I know I'm the best thing around. Do your research and you'll find out. And - that I'm always looking for a good time I make you laugh, I'm friendly and happy with a lively nature. And I endear myself to EVERYONE! I think all of that's TRUE!

So you see - you don't need to go to Scotland to find out about Westies, and it really doesn't take THREE of you! I found out right here in Langford. 

So let's see. I am here with Lady. There was another dog here too, called Sadie but she went home today. On Tuesday there were FIVE dogs at the poker game! Ellie, Emily, Sadie, Maggie and I were all here at the same time! 

Take a look at the picture.

This of a picture of Lady and I. She is a Border Collie/Poodle. 

I am a Westie of course.

I hope you enjoy all that information about me. Let me know what else you find out. And please - forget about those stupid Highland Coos. You seem a bit obsessed.

Abby

What's Missing From This Picture??!!!

(This is the picture taken at 2:40)

Who's Missing?

I AM!

(Look at the picture taken at 1:45)

We were all ready to go on our holiday. 

Even Sharon was coming along.

This is not the first time this has happened. We get somewhere, and everyone jumps out of the car - except me - and POOF, you're gone. Now I have to figure out where you are, but I'm sure you're not around here. Good thing Sharon stuck with me.

Well, enough said about that. I'm sure you know my opinion about this kind of thing by now.

So Sharon and I came to her house. I do love it here though. I once again have my perch on the back of the couch (there are certain couches I'm not allowed on if you know what I mean). No cat sightings though. I think they moved away. I'll have to watch for the squirrels.

Teddy came to visit yesterday, but he went home after dinner. We were each eating our lunch and he finished first, so he came over to my dish. I snarled at him. Yep, I did. I snarled and told him to go away. He did.

I made Sharon laugh though because even when he was not near I thought he was and I turned my head and snarled at the air. I don't know why that was funny. I was just keeping him away. She said I was being silly. 

Guess what. Sharon has a rule. No dogs in her bedroom at night. But she lets ME go in! Maybe it's because I always knock on her door and wake her up, I don't know. Anyway, I wander around in the night a bit. Last night at I think 2:20 I was scratching on the side of her bed. I wanted to sleep on the bed. 

Did she lift me up? Nooooo. She told me to go back to my bed. She wasn't even very nice about it. So I went away. Jeez. It's a big bed. What's her problem?

I have TWO bathmats on the deck, so I have two great viewing spots. Big Abby was here a few minutes ago. She comes here but I don't go there because there is way too much grass to walk on to get there. Remember when I got stung by a wasp in the grass? Me too.

This is a picture of Big Abby and I.

It's kind of hard to see me.

I hope wherever you are this time there is no CAT. You came home smelling like a cat last time, and it was just not fair, since I am not allowed to have one. 

That's all I have to tell you just now. If I have anything to say I will write it here.  

Abby