Who's on First?

As usual, Piper's (above) charms resist that of being photographed, which he meets with above petulant and rather offended expression. The eldest of his pack of Westie friends, he is often referred to in their presence as "the Old Man." At the venerable age of ten-and-a-half, he is still spry enough to enjoy a good rough-and-tumble with the youngest of the lot (Miss Heather, see below) but smart enough to know when to go laze around and look winsome enough to be fed treats from the ice box.

To the right, we have Patrick, my mum's Westie, who also appears to have mastered the Art of Looking Put Out. Although he is only two years old, he is an excellent master of disguise and can be easily be mistaken for a much older and chronically cranky dog, especially if he isn't taken for his W-A-L-K in the morning. Rivals the late Steve Irwin in his seemingl boundless enthusiasm for hunting small lizards, even those which appear entirely imagined, a trait which drives his human companions absolutely bonkers.

Also introducing introducing: Heather, aka Bean, aka Hey-you-there-stop-that-right-now aka When-will-you-ever-grow-up?! The newest addition to the Westie family, she lives with my parents and her favorite chew toy, Patrick (see above). She regularly enjoys hassling The Other Westie and the household in general. Aspirations include World Class Digger and inclusion in the WWF (Westie Wrestling Federation) Hall of Fame, both of which have earned her time in the "slammer" (wire kennel).

(Heather wishes to point out that she is rather offended that such a candid snapshot is being published, and that she categorically objects to any photograph which does not show her to her best advantage.)