Some of you may have noticed a change in my avatar. Yes, another technical disaster. I am so prone to these things, but they are usually due to my own stupidity. This one I think was due to my own naivety rather than stupidity. In my first days of blogging I think I linked my profile photo to an image on the web, rather than saving it to my hard drive, although I saved it later. So of course the image has disappeared from the web and consequently from my profile photo and all those little Westie images that I scattered all over the internet in comments are now reduced to little rectangles, even on my own blog. And what's more when I loaded the new image into the profile, it didn't fix the old comments. I don't know why the clever people didn't think of that.
Anyway, when I noticed it finally, who knows how much later, I decided to find a photo of Cleo, the Westie I owned until three years ago. I wrote about her and the choice of my avatar in my third post here, but I just know you are not going to click over so I am including some text about her from that post.
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.
The profile photo was cropped from this photo when she was six years old, all spoofed up and sitting with my daughter in her wedding dress. Scanned from a not so high quality print. I still miss her and her lambskin bed still sits in our family room.
So farewell to this image which has served me so well and frankly this dog looked so much like Cleo that I would swear this was a photo of her sitting on the lawn in my back garden. In fact when I went to pick her up from the doggie wash it was lucky that she knew me, because often I would not have been able to pick her out from the other Westies, so similar were they with their new spiffy haircuts.
Before I go, I must tell you about my big worry. As you all know from obsessively checking your stats, a blog receives many visitors via google image searches. Mine is no different. In fact I know that those wonderful numbers in my stats were dependent on people looking for this Westie image. So I am most concerned that my stats will be reduced by the 80% who came looking for Westies. I do hope that the real Cleo will be just as eagerly sought after, but I'm already noticing the drop in numbers. Well it was good for the ego while it lasted. And you know what? I think I like the new real Cleo image better than the old one. Thank you Gledwood for being the only one who commented on it.