Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Westies


Maybe you're wondering why I chose to represent myself as a West Highland White Terrier. Well, maybe you're not, but too bad, I'm going to tell you anyway.

This anonymity thing in the blogging world seems to be a big thing, although lots of people are right up front about who they are. While others, like Dr A, are outed anyway. So while I seem to be a bit half-hearted about it, I do plan to be anonymous. However, I didn't get all my ducks in a row before I lept into blogging. (I only have "Blogging for Dummies" from the library for 21 days, so I have to hurry.) I have yet to set up a new anonymous email and plan to do it soon, that is, as soon as I can remember the password to get into my settings!

Well, back to Westies. I've had four dogs in my lifetime, all different breeds, and I couldn't have loved them more. But the last one we had, Cleo, the Westie, was by far the best. We got her when she was five months old, via a "for sale" ad in the newspaper. I didn't want a puppy again and I had always wanted a cairn terrier, but each time we were looking for a dog, there were no cairns around. So when I saw the ad for a young Westie, I thought to myself, ahah, a "white" cairn, it's fate. We had her for 14 1/2 years and she was a delight for every minute of them. She weighed less than 20 lbs, was very low to the ground (every night we had to help her up onto the bed, where she slept with us) but every inch and every ounce of her was an alpha dog. She was incredibly stubborn and we had to repeat dog obedience several times --no hardship for her, she loved other dogs. Dog obedience night was the highlight of her week! She loved children and I never had to worry about them when she was with them. We had to put her down just over a year ago. She had a huge mass in her abdominal cavity which we didn't find until she stopped eating. I held her in my arms while the vet injected her, one of the worst moments of my life.

So when it came time to add a picture to my newly created blog, the first thing I thought of was a picture of a Westie. Surfing the google image library, I came upon the perfect picture. A Westie, lying on the grass, the spitting image of my Cleo. How could I resist it? It makes me smile every time I see it.

There you have it. As I go crawling around the blogosphere, leaving the odd comment here and there, I am accompanied by my faithful Westie photo and I hope it brightens someone else's day.

3 comments:

Whine Lover said...

Your Westie is cute and it does brighten ones day :-) Thanks for posting on my Blog, it is nice not to see those zeros. About your blog name though, everybody is important, don't sell yourself short!!!
Take care, I will be back

:-) Whine

Dr Michelle Tempest said...

Love the Westie idea. I went for just being open about who I was, but if I had an avatar, I think I'd be another Westie! Michelle

Dr Dork said...

Ah, if not for Google Images...

Welcome to the shallow end...of the blogosphere...and the gene pool. Ha!

I had a 'glamour photographer' do my avatar shot.

I agree with what Rob and others have said. Experience is perhaps the greatest teacher of all. And, as well as life in general, you have spent longer working as a health professional than many other health bloggers.

Look forward to hearing more from you.

Dork