woof for now.
Groucho
This blog is about Groucho, our fearless, bewhiskered, blessed with a wonderful sense of humour, who, thanks to the wonderful Westie Rescue (www.westierescue.ie) we were able to adopt and he is now our much loved Four Legged Family Member. We hope you enjoy reading about his adventures and his Westie view on life!
of a white Christmas! I've been reading my four legged friends' blogs, most of whom are in the US and are gearing up for a white Christmas. Well, the last time I had a cold, snowy Christmas was four years ago and I miss it, I really do. This photograph was taken just before my last cold, crisp, snowy Christmas - we were on holidays in the west of Ireland and I got up early to watch the sunrise. I miss making Snow Grouchos!
(A despondent, plaintiff) woof for now.
Groucho
well, I forgot to mention that when I was at the vet's the other day (I'm still getting over it - yes, yes, he's a nice two legged one, I know, but he's a vet - it's all well and good for the She Two Legged One to tell me all this, I mean, it's not like she ever says 'oh, yippee, I'm off to the dentist' is it??) that I had to be weighed and, well, I've put on weight - now, I'm a big Westie so I carry it well, but the Two Legged Ones have decided I need to exercise more (I have three very long walks every day and even more on the weekends but I'm not complaining - the more exercise the better, I say!) so I figure there will be a lot more of the Big Swims over the next few weeks! On the downside, my 'treats' daily count has gone down - I'm working on staging a protest over this, not sure what form it will take - I may withhold my exuberant 'welcome home' greetings, I may refuse to snuggle up next to them for my nightly tummy rub, I may not buy Xmas presents, I may refuse to be cute, I haven't decided yet. But there will be a protest about those treats, I can tell you.
Woof fow now.
Groucho
Well, it turns out that my pearly whites aren't so pearly any more (although I think they look ok in this photo - don't they???). I had to visit the vet yesterday (he's a very nice two legged one, I'm sure, but I'm so not gone on the vet) for a vaccination and he told me I have to return in the New Year to have my gnashers cleaned. Dear me, is this old age creeping up on me already??? I'm not happy.
Woof for now.
Groucho