So........ I have a West Highland White Terrier dog. He's about 13, and his name is Rusty. I've practically grown up with this little guy. Well, the point of this blog is to tell you he got a haircut. My brother and I rarely brush him and the result of that is that Rusty had near dreadlocks. Now, with this haircut, he looks like a little gentleman! It seems as though his size was minimized with this new "do" and he looks the size of a dog that Paris Hilton would carry around in one of her bright pink designer bags. Everytime he gets his hair cut Rusty seems to carry himself with pride and grace. Which is odd for a dog probably.
When we take him on walks Rusty will see his shadow and think he is as tall as it is. It's a cute sight. My new and improved, regal dog is sucking on a blanket as I am typing this. Perhaps it's a good time to quit singing compliments.:)

i love your stories about little rusty. but they are not like the stories about my dog. even though some of them are lies, like me beating my dog is a lie! i'm kinda jealous that your dog is proper though
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