Join our Blog …..Tell your own Westie Rescue Story

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Have you a Westie Rescue Tale to Tell?……Come and Join our Blog!

I put off owning a dog until I had totally stopped work . Now that I have allowed myself to be a dog owner (actually I think they own me), I cannot get enough of them. I have commenced this blog in order to highlight what I  currently do and have been doing over past years for dogs needing homes, more specifically for the West Highland White Terrier. So far, my journey has been tumultuous and at times, miraculous. And, by joining me on my blog, you are most welcome to come along for the ride. My blog will open up my life which is centred around “Westies”. There are so many stories, some from me and hopefully some from you. As I am an eternal optimist, ninety-five percent of my stories will be positive. If you want to express yourself on the blog, fill out our application form (see below) so I know you are not spamming or a robot. Then, just wait to be contacted. Highlighting what I do, by providing stories and updates about the dogs I care for, and inviting knowledgable guests to provide blog notes, will increase our understanding of how fulfilling sharing life with a Westie can be, at the same time helping to explain the increasing need for rescue and rehoming groups nationally (and internationally).

 

 

Why “Grooming” a Westie can be a can of WWWorms to some…

 

Righto, where’s all your gear!! Oh, so you think an old hairbrush will suffice??? I have news for you DARLING….Westies are the worst when it comes to staying clean. Actually, I should correct that…it should be “white”instead of “clean”.

Kerry knows all too well! Her “Motty” loves the early morning walks on Waikiki beach. Ooh the smell of salt and seaweed permeate the nostrils, like snot and treacle in a beard. Motty can run free on their dog beach. He loves the generous piles of rotting seagrass along the shore and the more than occasional stinky dead fish carcass left by our local band of fisher folk. It is almost heaven for a westie. The temptation for Motty to frolic in the water is always too much! But, then comes the rubbing ritual in amongst the decaying seaweed and fish muck. Not once mind you! Oh No. It has to be performed along the length of beach for as long as the mobile Motty can manage without being caught out and chastised by his dedicated mother. Arriving home from their sojourn, it is so much more than one old hairbrush can handle! Into the laundry room with bath towels arranged, water in trough, shampoo and conditioners at hand. A treat first for the frollicker to ward off the need to rope him into submission. All it takes is the expected piece of carrot or watermelon and Motty becomes putty in mother’s little hands. Wash and rinse cycle over, Motty is poised for his private barber to complete his makeover. From once a stinky streaky something on the beach to a “world-class knock-your-socks-off” and… of course …..”white” westie again, whom is always getting the girl’s attentions! Just ask Maggie if you don’t believe me…..

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Girls and their westies