Happy 20th Birthday Jezzie!

Today is our kitty Jezebel's 20th birthday! Happy birthday Jezzie! I hope you has a pawsome day filled with yummy treats and stuff. And remember your lil westie buddies and share, ok?

Oklahoma!

Yep pupses, dis weekend I got to watch my most favorite movie, Oklahoma! It are also where I was born and it are da only movie I will watch, I never watch any other TV. But put on Oklahoma, and I is smiling and lickin' da air and all dat stuff. Finley's momma found Oklahoma on TV this Saturday for me and I got to watch it with my momma.

It were nice because I were not feeling too good. I had been limping some. Momma says I need to stop flying off da back of da couch and dat I are getting older and all kinds of other silly junk, but what do she know about da perfect spot for protecting da house? It are on da back of da couch of course!

In other news, I has been being a model lately. My momma has been drawing me and she are planning on trying to do a painting of me. At least I get to eat unlike da human models, dat do not sound like very much fun being dat skinny. I think I should start getting paid, maybe in extra treats??

I has decided to give up barking

Well pupses, after being told to shut up about a hundred million zillion times today, I has decided to give up barking.










April Fool's!
BOL BOL! I'd never give up barking. :)

I had a pretty good Easter. I got a pretty new Easter dress made by Finley's momma.

My Easter Dress

Da Other Side of My Easter Dress

I was happy to get a new dress - walking around in a dress always makes me walk specially happy since I know I is looking good! I also got a pink loofah dog with bunny ears.

Da humans did dere eggs filled with candy and had ribs for dinner. Even though I barked a lot, I did not get any ribs. Dat are really not fair I think, but my momma do not seem to care about dat.

I got to hang outside a lot today since it were in da high seventies and sunny and my momma was outside reading working on her tan. It were fun to be out, but my momma would not let me get in da pool even though I was ready for swimming. She says dat even though da air are warm, da pool are not yet. I think she needs to toughen up. BOL!

Me and Finley also got to go on a walk today and we wore matching dresses and were very cute. We even saw another westie who was out in da front yard with her (or his) humans. He was barking (imagine dat, a westie barking!), but it were a friendly bark. We might have gone over and visited, but da mommas had to get home to take Ally to school. When we didn't come over, da westie started howling, I guess she really wanted to visit. Hope we see her again sometime!

Road Trip!

Dis weekend, me and Finley and da mommas went on a road trip. It were tons of fun! Specially cause I got to ride in my momma's lap da whole time and Finley were stuck in da back seat.

Firstest we went to Austin and da mommas got some yummy chicken sandwiches. Da car drove real close to where I used to live and I got real excited. I was planning on peeing all over dat place since it probably do not even smell much like me since I has not gotten to pee dere in monthses! But dey went to get sandwiches instead and I gots some of da chicken. Den we headed over to Kerrville to see my momma's grandparents. It were fun, I couldn't figure out whose lap to sit in first, so I went back and forth! And I told dose annoying neighbor dogs what was what, I out-barked dem for sure. And da grandparents got dis big yard and it were tons of fun to run in. Momma didn't like me sticking my nose through da chain link fence barking at da other dogs, but mommas do not understand da important security work us headses of security gotta be doing!

We stayed dat night in Kerrville and went back over to da grandparents for breakfast. And dere was sausage - I tried barking, but momma would not feed me from da table like she does at home. I told off dose annoying dogs some more, den we all got back in da car and went to Austin. Da mommas did some shopping and got some pizza and I got some crust. It were okay, but I really prefers da big puffy crust, not thin crust. Momma are da same way, but she said da pizza was good anyways. Since she deprived me of da cheesy part, I are not sure about dat.

Dat night we stayed in Salado and den da mommas did some more shopping for stamps to make cards. I gotta go in to da store dis time and I got pets and attention. Dat are more like it! Den we came home to Plano and I got real excited like I always do. Da smell of Plano are just intoxicatering - I are all like "sniff sniff, Republicans, sniff sniff, soy sauce, sniff sniff, curry, sniff sniff, bibles, sniff sniff, teenagers doing heroin, sniff sniff, megachurches, sniff sniff, retail shopping, sniff sniff, swimming pools - yep I are in Plano!" BOL BOL!

My kitty brother Charlie had to got to da mergency vet because of his eye, so if y'all could send him some POTP da would be pawsome. He wrote all about it in his diary if you's interested in what happened.

Da Sick Momma

Having a sick momma are no fun. It means you get told to shut up more because your momma has a headache. And you don't get your walk even though it are a gorgeous day and da temperature are in da sixties. And worstest of all, your momma wants to cuddle with you.

I tried to explain to her dat I do a better job being a guard dog at da foot of da bed, but momma were insistent. "I'm sick, why won't you let me hug you Whitley?" Oh momma, dis are too embarrassing. Den your momma tries to hug your BFF. And dat works for a while. But den your BFF leaves and your momma wants snuggles again. So she tries da cat, but da cat runs for it. Den she goes for you again and you gotsta squirm free to get to da foot of da bed. Den your momma hugs a stuffed animal westie and starts talking about getting a dog dat likes her. OMD momma! I hope you get better soon so all dis crazy talk can end!

Mardi Gras DDP!!

So it are Mardi Gras and I are a DDP! Laissez les bon temps rouler! A big thanks for all da rosettes and comments and da badges! I have got on my Mardi Gras dress and my beadses and are listening to da cajun music. Da humans are having sea food dirty rice and King Cake - I wish I could get some! I should, since I are a DDP, right?

Anyways, pupses, I has been getting in trouble lately with da Finley's daddy. He apparently are not too fond of me barking in his ear. But he shouldn't have me sit right behind him on da back of da couch right? He knows I bark, I has been barking for almost ten and half years. I are not gonna stop now. It are a part of me.

So, nopes, I will not be giving up barkin for Lent no matter how much da Finley's daddy may think that are a good idea.

Advices and Stuffs

Dear Whitley,

We have had snow, ice and below freezing temperatures. Now it is warming up a bit (in the low 20"s) and the weather forecast is for rain followed bt more snow. How am I supposed to find a perfect spot to do my "business" at if the earth is all muddy? I don't want to get my pretty feets all dirty.

Coco Rose doing the pee-pee dance

I are familiar with dat kinda bad weather having lived in Boston with my momma while we attended da Hahvahd School of Law and Barkings and Freezing Your Cute LWD Booty Off. Oh momma, dat are not what it are called?? Well, it should be! Like you, I don't not likes getting my feetses all dirty. So you has quite da dilemma. I suggest dat you might invite NotMe to come visit you. Dat NotMe pup seems to take care of dat problem. And since you has got another dog in da family, da humans can not be blaming you one hundred percent for any "accidents." Den your pretty lil feetses will keep on being pretty.

Whitley.

All this silliness aside, I have a serious inquiry for you. I believe you being the Terriertoriale you are would have the best advise. Pillows. I only ask for 1 in the house and that is the one next to Mom's on the bed. I'm extremely vocal about my pawsonal space on MY pillow. How can I convince Mom that all other dogs should be banished from the bed? Barring that, the fact they should all allow me pawsonal space! I hate the touch of a "common" dog.

~Misty~ Queen of all I Survey (beholden to a sleeping human who thinks a little growl is worse than...errmmmm gotta run).

I know all about dis because I got my terriertory on da bed - a certain corner of da foot of da bed. No matter how hard momma tries to get me to sleep up near her, I sleeps there. Lemme think. Hmm, I take it by your signature dat growling are not da answer, which are hard since growling are so effective. It really are da bestest solution for most of life's problems, besides barking. So I'm gonna suggestive you use your other end - dat are release some poison gas stink bombs. When I was a little puppy, my momma nicknamed me Baby Saddam for my habit of dropping poison gas bombs. As in "Stop treating me like a Kurd and trying to gas me to death Baby Saddam." Yeah, my momma thinks she are funny. Anyways, unleash a few poison gas bombs and maybe da other dogs will get da hint. And they'll probably split because of da overpowering stink smell. Dat should give you your pawsonal space.

Groundhog Day DDP

So I's a DDP today! Thanks for da comments, presents and thanks Freckles for da badge for my page!

To celebrate, I got bacon and a bath. I know most of y'all don't think baths are a celebratin event, but I loves dem. And den I got stripped! OMD, dat are not a way to celebrate. Not dat kinda stripper anyway, it are no fun! Momma ripped all my hairs of out my poor little body. No momma, I is not exaggeratin', well maybe I is a little because I are still super fluffy, but still. Not a way to celebrate a DDP.

I better get some Super Bowl snacks tomorrow to make up for it.

Barney

Barney, da former first dog and cutie pie Scottie boy, passed away today. He was 12 and had been battling lymphoma. My momma are sad, she loved watching da Barney and Miss Beazley videos. And I thought Barney was a real cutie pie. And I BOLed when Barney bit da reporter dude, hey, we are terriers, what do you expect?

Barney da First Dog

I'm sure Barney will be missed by his family, he was one special dog. So I'm sending big hugs to da Bushes and I hopes you will too, no matter what you thought of how his daddy did as President. Barney was a pawsome dog and will be missed big time, at least by dis little westie girl and her momma.

Yapping Advices

Whitley, what I need some sound advise on is on the topic of food distribution.

I always have to be the last one to get a SNACK and have to sit patiently. This is supposedly due to my exuberance of the site of a SNACK. I can see Cutter standing on his legs and Misty and Scooter pushing in for the best pieces. I'm the youngest, shouldn't I be the spoiled rotten one?

Sitting patiently?? Are your momma's job professional dog torturer? Sometimes my momma forces me to sit and behave too, she says barking are not too polite when it comes to getting a snack. But I finds if your bark loud enough and long enough, da mommas are willing to put anything in your mouth to get you to "shut the @%*#% up!" Now, about dis youngest being da most spoiled thing, can't say I agrees with dat one since I are almost 10 and a halfs. But sitting patiently, dat are for da birds! Even da cats round here are not patient!

Mademoiselle Whitley le Wise.

My Mom has been coming home later from "work" because she is "busy" and that just stresses me out. I want attention. She needs to change out of dog hair free clothes. How the heck can I get my white hairs on those clothes if I'm not allowed in that room?

Merci.

Mr. Cutter

I used to have dat problem too, back when my momma were employeded. What I would do is rub rub rub my white hairs everywhere! Dat way, if your momma puts her worky clothes down on her bed - dere is hair on dem! If your momma puts her worky clothes on da chair - dere is hair on dem! If your momma's pants hit da floor while she are stepping out of dem - dere is hair on dem! Get da idea? It involves lotsa rubbing and rubbing all over da place, put I are sure you can does it!