I love a dog, especially a Westie. I had one when I was small and had a supposedly troubled soul. Her name was Heather.
I dream of another Westie, quite often. His name is Chester. And when he’s mine, we’ll have such a time and he will sport a natty coat such as this orange beamer here and trug along with his dog mates for walks in Ditchling and surrounds. Dreaming!