Westie likes the manually operated floor heater.On a cold December evening, Westie, my West Highland Terrier, enjoys lounging near the manually-operated floor furnace, which works even when the electricity goes off, though it only has two levels: low and high. He is always ready to hear a good tale of Point Richmond.
It's always nap time for a dog.
He sleeps on a pillow next to my bed even though it's kinda cold next to the wall. He loves me. He wants to be near me. Oh well, Westie has a nice thick coat of hair, so he's not very cold at night when I turn the furnace off. Westie is a good listener. He sometimes cocks his head to one side as though that will help him understand what I am saying.
Westie's leg hair got cut so
I could find out why he was
chewing on his own paw.
THE GREAT BIG COMPANY IN THE LITTLE BITTY TOWN
Once upon a time there was a great big company in a little bitty town. The great big company employed thousands of employees who enjoyed eating lunch in a great big company cafeteria, where they had good food at a relatively low cost.
Westie got all the attention until Mutsky arrived.
However, some of the employees did not want to eat there every day. They wanted to be able to escape from the great big company at lunch time and go for a walk in the neighboring little bitty town (which was a historic company town, of course). They thought it was good for them to walk briskly across the street and under the freeway, into the little bitty town which had little bitty restaurants anxiously awaiting to serve them all kinds of delicious morsels for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Usually the single men showed up for dinner at restaurants because they had no one to cook for them and they were making lots of money at the Great Big Company. Being a waitress at a Point Richmond restaurant became a desirable occupation.
Some of the company employees walked all the way up to the top of the hill where they had a commanding view of the Bay and the big boats parked at the Long Wharf, but they did not have time for lunch when they did that.
Westie knew what to do with a puppy--play with it until it
grows up. Then show it who is boss. Then Mutsky went to
live somewhere else.
The bosses of the great big company liked to keep their employees happy, but they did not want to let thousands of employees out for lunch every day, so they devised ways of sending them out for lunch in groups. They gave the bosses a budget for taking their employees out for lunch and then suggested to them which little bitty restaurant to take them to. That's why groups of workers showed up at different restaurants on different days. They were being trained to go to those restaurants when they were let out of the great big company at lunch time. Of course the restaurants did not need to advertise in little bitty local newspapers to get customers because all they needed was to get on the good list of the Great Big Company. And the little bitty local newspapers didn't get advertising from the chain restaurants either, because they were too small and didn't charge enough for their advertising.
They still play together at dog park.
The secretaries were trained to call in lunch orders to certain restaurants so that they would not go broke waiting for customers to show up. They were told that it was part of their job to drive across the street, find a parking spot and get the sandwiches from Little Louie's to take back to their place of employment. Sometimes they were told to go get Chinese takeout food from Little China or Red Pepper, Thai food from Kao Sarn, or vegetarian food from Symphonie, all exceedingly delicious food fare. Sometimes they were told to go get sandwiches from Altura or Hidden City, exquisitely fresh and attractively prepared. Sometimes they were told to go get hearty, delicious sandwiches from Edibles and bring them back to the Great Big Company. And there were other restaurants as well, ready and waiting to serve the Great Big Company.
Westie will swim in order to get to me when I
am in the water. Otherwise, he doesn't like
swimming very much.
Then the city fathers from the little bitty town decided that the local residents and the workers of the Great Big Company were not getting enough vegetables, that they needed more fiber in their diets, plus the wonderful minerals and vitamins from the vegetables. So they decided to put a Farmers Market in the little bitty town on Wednesday afternoon to give the police practice in towing cars from a busy downtown area right after lunch, instead of on Saturday morning when practically no one parked on the street and it was like a ghost town. The City Fathers hoped that the Farmer's market would get some people from the Great Big Company to buy vegetables there to take home and cook because they were afraid that the Great Big Company employees did not know much about nutrition and weren't getting enough fiber in their diets, even though many of them were scientists.
Swiming with the big dogs at Buchanan Road beach.
But the Great Big Company had already trained their employees to eat out, so they were not interested in cooking vegetables at home, only frozen dinners. They did not have enough power over their employees to tell them what to cook for dinner and where to buy it. However, the managers of the Great Big Company said it was OK with them because some of their employees were taking too long to eat lunch, so if one of them had his car towed, it would make them take less time to eat out. The managers of the Great Big Company would do just about anything the City Fathers wanted because they had been publicly criticized and humiliated by the City Fathers for not paying enough business taxes, so they knew the City Fathers were the boss, not them. So they said yes, we love having our cars towed from the busy downtown area of the business district where we send our employees to eat lunch and we love the Farmers Market.
However, the City drew the line when it came to more chain stores. They said they didn't want a Subway restaurant, even though the community college was training its students to borrow money and eat out in Subway restaurants in anticipation of success in life working for the Great Big Company.
Swimming at Buchanan Road beach.
Westie perks up his ears and says, hey mom, I knew all that stuff already! You didn't need to tell me all that stuff!
And I tell him, Westie, I love you. You are my one true love.
(The police said that a dog was my best protection. They really hit the nail on the head on that one.)
Mutsky all grown up. His birth certificate says
he is a combination Cairn and Pekinese. We did
not train him to pose like this. He does it
naturally. That's what happens when you fall in
love with a dog. You think he is a wonderful
special dog who can do no wrong, even though
he just shredded some clean laundry you had
lying around and even though there are millions
of dogs who look just like him. He would have
nearly destroyed the house by the time you
took him to the animal rescue foundation.
Some of my friends said they wanted to see Westie, and why didn't I bring him with me for Christmas Day dinner? There's always a next time. #