Lighthouse

I thought I'd like to introduce you to an old friend.

His name is Dillon, and you might be able to see that he is a West Highland Terrier....... a rather scruffy one at that. We've been friends for over thirteen years, had our ups and downs, but best of all, we have kept each others secrets.

He hates a lot of exercise, thankfully, and insists on being carried when his poor little legs get tired. He has his own armchair, which I've recently lowered by sawing four inches off the legs, so the old chap hasn't too much of a struggle to get comfortable.

He can be a bit snappy but he has only bitten the best people. My mother, mother-in-law, brother-in-law, daughter's boyfriend, a couple of neighbours and the lady who reads the gas meters. In each case it's been their fault.......or so he told me. The problem is that he's deaf and people will keep coming up behind him when he's not expecting it, or he has his nose in his feed bowl......a most dangerous time. Luckily, the bites have not cause him any serious harm.

A true four legged friend....or fiend!

# posted by LePhare @ 11:47 PM