Westie woods…

If you go down in the woods today
You’re sure of a big surprise
If you go down in the woods today
You’d better go in disguise!For every westie that ever there was
Will gather there for certain
Because today’s the day the
Westie have their walkies.See them gaily gad about
They love to play and shout
They never have any cares
As thier Mommies scout about.And any westie who’s been good
Is sure of a treat today
There’s lots of marvelous things to eat
And wonderful games to play.Beneath the trees where nobody sees
They’ll hide and seek as long as they please
‘Cause that’s the way the westies
Play thier day away.See them gaily gad about
They love to play and shout
They never have any cares
And after walkies home to bed they go
Because they’re tired little westie bears
Soft and squishy likeTeddy Bears.

We are explorers…

Exploring new and exciting terrain it seems is a very serious (and slow) business. For every nook, cranky and fern leaf must be investigated, sniffed and pee’d upon (five times.)Therefore scenery and photograph opportunities are low down on the list of priorities for the three white dogs and a pig 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.Indeed the only ones that were slow enough to catch off guard for photographs were the oldies Bing and Wallace and as you can see Bing was more accommodating than Wallace – who scowled the whole time and even had the gaul to snort at us as we put him back down to get back to his thorough investigation of this new found land…#sorrynotsorryexplorersareus

The child’s perspective…

*Anon*WHY DOGS LIVE LESS THAN HUMANHere’s the surprising answer of a 6 year old child.Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog’s owners, Ron, his wife Lisa, and their little boy Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle.I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn’t do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience.The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker‘s family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away.The little boy seemed to accept Belker’s transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker’s Death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that dogs’ lives are shorter than human lives. Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, ”I know why.”Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I’d never heard a more comforting explanation. It has changed the way I try and live.He said, ”People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life — like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?” The six-year-old continued,”Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don’t have to stay for as long as we do.”Live simply.
Love generously.
Care deeply.
Speak kindly.Remember, if a dog was the teacher you would learn things like:• When your loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
• Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
• Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure Ecstasy.
• Take naps.
• Stretch before rising.
• Run, romp, and play daily.
• Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
• Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
• On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.
• On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
• When you’re happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
• Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
• Be faithful.
• Never pretend to be something you’re not.
• If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
• When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently.That’s the secret of happiness that we can learn from a good dog.

Chalk and Cheese…

Willie and Wallace may both be West Highland Terriers and both be boys but that is where the similarities end. These boys couldn’t be any further apart in thier mannerisms and characters. They are polar opposites, like chalk a cheese.For example Wallace would rather walk around the world (the long way) to avoid a puddle or patch of mud. He will also at the same throw you all his best displeased and put out dirty looks – just to make sure you cannot mistake how disgusted he is with you.Willie on the other hand is in his element rolling, sliding and swimming in the stuff. Like a pig in s**t. But what pleases Willie most is when it gets him in trouble, like when he is wearing his best coat and harness or when he’s just had a bath. Just like today…


We had sausages for tea.

Nothing the matter with Wallace’s nose then…


There were five in the bed…

On posting a photograph of the dogs all snoozing on the bed with us we were asked”Where do you fit on the bed?”Shortly after that an advert popped on my timeline for the first t-shirt (picture one) and I could not resist the urgh to depict the struggles of sharing a bed with five terrible terriers for you all.Therefore, if you refer to picture two you will see that the struggle is real…Notice how the husband is Barron and alone on his side of the bed with just the occasional paw diagonally thrust into his kidneys while I am ‘terriered’ in on all sides.Which takes me to the million dollar question – why is it that each night when I am seconds away from heat combustion, sweating away in temperatures close to the suns surface I am still a robust, round shape? Should I not be slender and lean – I mean it’s technically like going to a gym – you work out, sweat and lose weight and trying to get a comfortable spot in-between five dogs is definitely a work out…

Morning Campers…

There’s a chill in the air this morning and the advice here from the dogs is – stay in bed (together) to conserve energy and heat apparently…Where’s Willie….Why under the covers obviously (because there is always that one that has to be different lol.)

Keep on going…

We are four months in on Maggie’s new regime and we are starting to see little improvements. She has not had to wear a cone or pajamas for several weeks now and she has new fur growing through and the orange tint/stain as her red raw skin is slowly starting to change to a healthy pink colour. Her medical baths are now down to twice a week from every other day too.It has been a learning curve for us all as we have tried to adapt to her allergies and how best to help her. The most part of this has been the change in diet, with a dehydrator being a god send for making treats.The best thing though has been watching her start to play again and act puppy like. She is once again frolicking around and enjoying life – a big difference to the tired, grumpy girl she has been due to her constant itching and chewing twenty four hours a day.It has definitely been worth staying the course and working through her withdrawal from not only the processed food she was on but the medication she had been on for years too.So if you too are starting a similar journey don’t give up, sometimes it gets worse before it gets better but it does get better, I promise.🐾❤️🐾❤️🐾❤️🐾❤️🐾❤️🐾❤️🐾❤️🐾

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