Getting older.
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This is Sally's Godzilla impersonation. She is trying to impress our mice with her ferocity. I don't know what would happen if she ever got a hold of one, but I suspect that it wouldn't last very long. A Westie's hunting spirit is very deeply ingrained. |
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My fancy new lawnmower makes its debut. Sally wanted to learn all about it at first, but when I started it up, she ran for cover. I like to let her watch me mow the lawn because the mower is the only thing she fears and she must think I'm pretty tough if I can control it. |
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Sally and my son Shaman. When she was young, Sally could actually snake her tongue up into your sinus cavities. A very strange feeling and we're not sorry that she's outgrown that talent. |
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When she was four months old, after her vaccination series was complete, we started taking Sally on hikes with us. Here she and Tylene are headed up Iron Mountain, just East of Poway. She loves to hike and seems to be able to go forever. |
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We are lucky because unlike a lot of Westies, Sally loves to take a bath. We understand that they shouldn't be bathed often and we try not to, but after a couple of weeks of hiking, excavating, and enjoying life close to the ground, it has to be done. We use a "no tears" formula and are careful not to get it into her ears. |
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