So anyhow, I love doggies a lot. I remind Michael of this daily, whether talking incessantly about my parent's brood or cooing over every one that crosses my path. (He LOVES this, trust me ;]).
Don't get me wrong, he likes dogs too, but probably how a normal person likes them. Not like my family who treat them like little people.
After dachsies, I have always been intrigued by these little fellas:
The West Highland White Terrier, or Westies. I have loved them even before they starred in the Cesar dog food commercial! I want to know someone who owns one, so I can play with it. I have seen one in passing before, and it was the most delightful little doggie - breathtaking really. The moment is seered into my memory. The fact that Vanessa's gay neighborman was walking the dog does not help support my case in obtaining a Westie, so I have left that part out when sharing with Michael. (Now let's see if he reads my blog!)
I hear they are headstrong and need lots of discipline, which makes me wonder if they would be the dog for me. Could you really tell that little face no??
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