Welcome to the daily diary of Lily & Rose, the West Highland White Terriers. The Blog begins from them being 4 weeks old!
Young At Heart
LILY & ROSE
Here are some photos of Lily & Rose. There are a few from the first time we saw them when they were just 4 weeks old. They would fit on your hand at this age and didn't look much like westies!
Cakes a go go!
Thursday, 23 December 2010
STILL FEEL...
...RUBBISH!
Another bad night, dragging myself around this morning, off my food, generally pretty miserable.
Catty (oops - little slip there)is only just recovering after nearly 2 weeks. We reckon swine 'flu. Little swine 'flu perhaps. If she can't eat - she IS ill. She's lost loads of weight and looks very thin and scrawny. Attitude returned yesterday with a vengeance though and the appetite. Prior to that she said everything tasted funny and would not eat it. Even plain pasta. The last bowlful of which she tried to secretly throw out of Andy's bedroom window and into the snow on the conservatory roof. Andy busted her of course and we grilled her about what sort of birds she was expecting to mine the depths of the snowfall to the frozen pasta. "You looked so angry when I couldn't eat it" was the doe eyed pouting reply. Helluva weapon that. She won that little encounter. However, I'm now preparing for a larger scale conflict so I'm conducting pseudo military exercises in and around my territory including the firing of discarded tissues and general rubbish into the DMZ outside her room. She's calling it war mongering and has vowed to respond. I wish!
I'm Sue and I'm now retired (early)! I used to be a headteacher in Northumberland but now I'm getting used to a new way of life. One that is less stressful and pressured hopefully!
I live with my husband, Charles, in Newcastle upon Tyne, with our two Westies, Lily and Rose.
We have just become grandparents!!
Catty (oops - little slip there)is only just recovering after nearly 2 weeks. We reckon swine 'flu. Little swine 'flu perhaps. If she can't eat - she IS ill. She's lost loads of weight and looks very thin and scrawny. Attitude returned yesterday with a vengeance though and the appetite. Prior to that she said everything tasted funny and would not eat it. Even plain pasta. The last bowlful of which she tried to secretly throw out of Andy's bedroom window and into the snow on the conservatory roof. Andy busted her of course and we grilled her about what sort of birds she was expecting to mine the depths of the snowfall to the frozen pasta. "You looked so angry when I couldn't eat it" was the doe eyed pouting reply. Helluva weapon that. She won that little encounter. However, I'm now preparing for a larger scale conflict so I'm conducting pseudo military exercises in and around my territory including the firing of discarded tissues and general rubbish into the DMZ outside her room. She's calling it war mongering and has vowed to respond. I wish!
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