We have two wonderful female Westies, Brandy and Paisley. Brandy was
purchased from a very
reputable breeder at the age of 10 months. She only has 5
front bottom teeth, eliminating her from being a show dog, which is why the breeder
was looking for a good family for her. We were lucky to get her! We adopted Paisley from the same breeder 3 years later on Valentines Day. She was 6
years old at the time, had been a very successful show dog, but was not as successful
breeding. Again, this was a bit of luck for us.
|This is Miss Paisley, several days after she adopted us on
Valentine's Day 1997.
||We were overrun with gophers one year and bought a live
trap since we didn't want to kill them. We just wanted to stop them
from digging under our shed. My husband made the big mistake of baiting
the trap with baby carrots. Of course, they were also the favorite
snack of Miss Paisley! She was only in there for several minutes.
She ate the carrots and then just laid down to await her release. By
the way, we caught 8 gophers that year!
We also have
a cat and a half - one (Scraps) is 'on loan'
from my son who recently
moved to Florida, and the other (Tux) is an abandoned cat who adopted us and the
family across the street. Their little boy named her "Niki".
The cat, knowing a good thing when sees it, answers to both names!
This picture shows Tux in her usual position our front porch. She loves to
nap after a good meal. All four critters get along extremely well and
sometimes it sounds like we have 4 kids in the house again. We have also
recently adopted one of two strays that appeared on our doorstep as well.
I guess she heard the chow was good.
We really were not looking for another cat, but after she presented us with her
second litter, we decided to have her spayed. In order to let her recover
from her surgery, we set up a area for her in our basement. She recovered
very nicely and hasn't gone out since! Nothing like the
pitter-patter of little feet! Her name is Gypsy and she is our upstairs
cat. She can usually be found sleeping at the foot of our bed unless I am
trying to work on a quilt layout on the bed. She has grown very fond of
this quilt and always pounced on it whenever I had it near the bed. If she
could find an inch of it to lay on, she did. Consequently, I named the
quilt "Gypsy's Choice". Of course, she told the other cats and now they
want a quilt of their own!