Originally posted by LLv34 Jarsci
Nice pics!
Hawklore: that pic with hat on is outstanding.. 
Hangtime: tell the whole story about the stash , I found that part pretty amusing!
(no doubt your daughter won´t)
Westies were bred as 'ratters' and badger dogs.. around the manor house, kept the rodents down.. in the field; fierce lil dogs that'll go right down the hole after badgers and wolverines. I suspect they were over bred for ferocity.. the damn things know no fear and routinely get killed by larger dogs because they just throw themselves in a wild frenzy at any dog bigger than them. When you walk 'em it's best to have 'em on a harness because they will shuck off a collar leash in a heartbeat to get at a squirrel, cat or larger dog. OTOH, they are quite freindly and sociable with people, demanding of 'pet me' attention, very loyal, gentle and friendly towards larger humans. Not so safe around toddlers unless the toddler is 'in the pack' and accepted by the dog... then they will attack any threat to the child in a flash.
They seem to have poor eyesight and rely on scent quite a bit... new 'things' are of intrest; they get an extended sniff. If it's in some olafactory range that smells like crap they 'roll' in it. They especilly like to cover themselves in carrion stench.
One evening when she was about 15 years old my daughter came home and headed straight for her room. That wasn't unusual.. what was, was the dogs reaction when she walked by. the dog 'alerted', then took off after her. After scratching and whining at the kids door she let the dog into her room... but went up the hall to use the bathroom. While my kid was in the bathroom, the dog fished the sack of 'stink weed' my kid had apparently just scored outta her purse, shredded the baggie and was rolling in it furiously when my kid got back to her room.. the Kid reacted to the sight of her super-duper expensive weed scattered on the rug with the dog inverted on top of it with a high pitched shriek and made a move to recover what was left of the sack.
Well, the commotion got OUR attention, we exploded off the couch just in time to catch sight of this goofy lill dog bolting down the hall; making the turn onto the linolium kitchen floor with her lil legs scrabbling for traction with the remanants of the baggie hanging in ther teeth, heading for the doggie door to the back yard... closely purused by my kid with a look of pure murder on her face.
We interceeded on behalf of the dog.. which was a good thing for the kid; I'm pretty sure she woulda dislocated both shoulders trying to go through that doggie door after the dog. After the interrogation, extended search and confiscation of parpenalia, grounding, subsequent battle with my wife, scream fight with my kid and accociated tribulations accociated with catching a rebelious kid red-handed I went looking for the dog. She was curled up in her dog-bed out back; smelling like skunk weed and pretty obviously happily stoned.
I got my first smile of the night.
"goooooooood dog." (wag of tail, lick of hand) "time fer a bath, burn out. otherwise, the kid will try to roll yah up and smoke yah." (ears drop at word 'bath')
Roxies up to 14 now.. not getting around too good. I fear this is her last year; she's got a collapsing trachea; has trouble breathing. Soon, we will go for the last ride together. I'm not looking forward to it.