Last night we met a couple who erroneously identified Ms. Grace as a Westie, not a Scottie, an identity error, in my husband’s family, akin to confusing a Dane for a Swede. No biggie, as far as I’m concerned. However, their Westie story beat any Scottie dog tales I could ever tell you. So, here we go…
Once upon a time there was a little Westie dog. This sweet little pupcake escaped from the house at a most inopportune time. Weeks later she developed a ravenous appetite and her belly appeared enlarged. Fearing the worst, her owners took her to the vet, explaining their theory of a clandestine canine tryst. An x-ray was ordered. A sense of relief filled the room when the vet explained that their poor pup was suffering from false pregnancy. He told them what to expect – the dog would continue to grow bellywise until one day she would return to her pre-pregnant appearance. Well that Westie grew and grew. She appeared as big as a doghouse. People asked when she was due and the owners explained her plight.
In the middle of one night the owners heard a yelp. They entered the room afraid to find their puppy had popped. Instead there was their White West Highland Terrier bedded with a wet black rat. Unable to make sense of the scene, the explanation followed in the form of a second black rat.
Five hours and an equivalent number of false puppies later, they piled the family into the car to pay a visit to their favourite vet. Puppy number six arrived in the car. While under examination in the vet clinic, number seven made its appearance. As they were leaving, the desk clerk mentioned an outstanding bill for an x-ray. "Right," they said, while struggling with their unpredicted pack, "you have a snowball’s chance in hell of collecting on that bill." On the way home puppy number eight entered the world.
The owners have assured me that every detail is true, can you imagine? Coincidentally, today my sister sent me this photo of my niece and a friend’s Westie, Boogie:
I know there’s some knitting content here somewhere. Oh yes, this is my haul from Marilyn’s closing out sale in Bellingham, two skeins of Cherry tree hill sock yarn and two skeins of Zephyr. That store, in the best of times, caused me to go into sensory overload with their huge selection, and I always had difficulty making any purchasing decisions. News for those in the area – a new yarn shop will be opening soon in Barkley Village.
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