Somebody's gonna be in BIG trouble! I hope it is the English Shepherds!
Somebody's been digging...not in the back yard, but a fenced in yard beyond the back yard. Just look at the first two pictures and all that dug up ground! Unc called it the "garden". Maybe that is a yard just for dogs to dig in and roll in and have fun like a big playpen for dogs?
Mama said the English Shepherds are dogs too and that they are here to guard and protect all of us, including a beautiful Westie lady like me. She said I should not growl or bark at them just because they are so tall and have such ridiculous long legs.
Mackie said under his breath where Mama could not hear him that HE is the Pack Leader because of his rank as Major Mackie of the Westie Special Forces, and the English Shepherds follow his orders.
Phew, it is a lot for me to try to keep up with. Charlotte just lets me play with her. She is cool, and she only fusses when something startles her awake. Mama and Daddy and Unc laugh when she gets startled. They say she sounds like a braying mule. Is that another kind of dog?
Anyway, the English Shepherds are ok, I guess. I have to bounce up a couple of steps to look at them eye to eye. They don't fuss at me, and they let me check out their individual food bowls without too much fuss.
Daddy says it is not ladylike for me to check everyone's food bowl before I eat out of my food bowl. We get fed twice a day around here which I do like. Mama also gives me an "after school" snack of a piece of banana and sometimes an orange slice. There is a big watering hole in the kitchen and one in the den where Mama and Daddy live.
I've had two baths since I got here, even though Mama said I was not dirty. The first one she wanted me to have a shower with her so that I would smell like the other dogs. Charlotte got a shower too so that I would not be scared.
A shower bath was a bit weird at first, but It was ol, and afterward, Daddy made a game out of rubbing me dry with a towel. I liked that part.
The next day I stood too long on top of a fire ant mound, and Daddy grabbed me up to give me another bath in the sink. He ran into the house with me, and he and Mama were scared I would be bitten by the fire ants.
I was not bitten anywhere because the ants could not get through my beautiful fur before Daddy washed them away. Gee, it was a lot of fuss over nothing, if you ask me. How was I to know fire ants are bad for young Westie Ladies?
Then Unc took poison outside to take care of all the fire ants that had decided to build a mound in the back yard. None of us could go in the back yard until the next day.
Mama and Daddy really laughed hard when I got Unc to dance with me! He is 83 which almost 12 years in dog years, and he danced a short jig with me while I was standing on my hind legs, no holding paws. Have these folks never seen a puppy dance on their hind feet before?
Mama and Daddy say they want me to do this again when they have a camera or video camera ready. Silly people!
Somebody reading this, please let Mama Judy know that living on the farm is going to be fun, but I still love her first. Then someone send a bark message to my sister Fizz to let her know that all is well here. I'd love to get a bark messsage from her to know she went to a good home too!