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Melvin is in need of a new family – are you in need of a new family member?

Quick Facts on Melvin
Up to date on vaccinations; heartworm negative
Recently neutered
Friendly, active and quite young-acting for 11 years old
Should be in a home withOUT small children
Don’t know if he likes cats or not…..
Adoption Fee is $200

Details From Mel’s foster dad….
Melvin is a handsome, healthy Westie boy who unfortunately grew up in a neglectful environment. He will need a home without children, and a dedicated Westie person who can provide lots of love, patience, and one-on-one, experienced training with gentle discipline. He wants to be with you and follows me everywhere. He is sweet and affectionate. He loves to play fetch and will put the ball or whatever in your hand to continue the game. He will also destroy the toy in short order if you allow him to chew on it.
He is crate trained to the extent that he can be left there without soiling it, but isn’t crazy about the concept and barks for awhile when you put him in there. He is doing well taking care of his business outside on a regular schedule
Melvin deserves a second chance to shine and and enjoy life.
    
IF YOU ARE INTERESTED IN MELVIN,
PLEASE CALL JOHN OR STEPH WISECARVER AT 320-963-6085

I often pity people
who have never felt just cause
to share the bond between two souls;
one with hands and one with paws.
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Meet Bentley!

Bentley

This little go-getter should be named Mustang or GTO. He’s a bit young to live up to his stately name, but he does know it and responds to it.

Bentley is 8 months old and is ready to learn….just about everything. His house manners are being worked on so he’s not yet completely housebroken.  However, he is crate-trained so that’s a good start. He loves to play with others (what puppy doesn’t?) and he likes his toys, too.

This little guy is a whirl-wind who needs a savvy terrier family willing to train him in all aspects.  You can’t let that cute puppy face get the best of you!  Photos of this little dynamo are attached.

Bentley is a puppy who needs somebody to give him a good start into dogdom so that he and his family can enjoy Westie life to its fullest.

 

If you are interested in adopting Bentley, please call John or Steph Wisecarver at  320-963-6085.

Hello, Westie friends!

Let me introduce myself to you.  My name is Duffy and I’m 6 years old. Foster mom says I’m 6 going on 2….you know what that means – I have tons of energy and I’m LOADS of fun! 


I have all the good things people love in a Westie. I love to play and that means with other dogs and kids in addition to people.  I’m a happy, lovable guy who just wants to be with a family that loves me for all my Westie ways.

I’m neutered, up to date on all my shots, micro-chipped, heart-worm negative and on preventative.  I am crate-trained and housebroken perfectly.  I’m healthy as a horse and rarin’ to go!  I do know how to “SIT”, but am also a prime candidate for more obedience training and maybe agility – it would be a shame to waste all my good energy on just fetching a ball.

If you are interested in adopting me into your family, please call my foster parents, John and Steph Wisecarver.  They will say that everything I’ve told you is TRUE. 

If you have more questions about me, please call John and Steph at 320-963-6085 so they can tell you what a great guy I am!

Maggie Mae and her son, Angus, are still waiting for their forever family to adopt them.

Maggie Mae is 5 years old, recently spayed, up to date on her vaccinations, completely housebroken and sweet as pie! Her unique look of “one ear up, one ear down” is endearing and she is ready to show you how much love she has to share. Her hair is starting to grow out (she had to be shaved when she came into rescue) and she likes to stand and play patty-cake. She’s a petite little girl, not a big barker, but loves to play with other dogs. Could she be your little girl??? Her adoption fee is $250.

Angus is now 9 weeks old and full of himself – a typical Westie puppy! He’s diligently working on the housebreaking thing and it’s coming along nicely. He will need to be neutered when he is older and of course, will need vaccinations. His adoption fee is $280 with $80 refunded upon proof of neuter. Is this bouncing baby Westie-boy for you?

If you are interested in adopting one of these wonderful Westies, contact John or Steph Wisecarver at 320-963-6085 for more information.

Maggie Mae

Angus

How many of you saw “Toy Story 3”? Among you, how many of you cried at the end? If you said yes to both of my questions, you have my permission to keep reading. If you didn’t, you may want to continue surfing the Web because I’m going to be talking about my grieving process over giving up a stuffed Kodiak-like bear named Basil.—Sid

Basil

Basil is a BIG bear, well over three feet tall when sitting and four feet wide. I can’t fully get my arms around him even at his narrowest point below the shoulders. He has been a member of my family and moved with me six times over the past nearly quarter century. I bought him in 1988 as a birthday present for my first husband who collected bears. (When we split in 2001, he kept the Robert Bateman limited edition print of a grizzly, and I kept Basil.)

Several years after I “adopted” him from The Wooden Bird Factory store (specialists in wildlife art and collectibles) for about $300, my “nephew” Schatze the schnauzer chewed a hole in Basil’s foot. It wasn’t repairable, hence, you see an Ace bandage wrapped around it.

On Halloween and Christmas, Basil wore costumes (once, he wore a fedora and slung a raincoat over his shoulder and bore an astonishing resemblance to Gene Kelly in “Singin’ in the Rain”) and oversaw parties and celebrations from his corner perch. He and his entourage of other stuffed toys such as the stuffed dog I’d given my mother while she lay in hospice, dying of lung cancer, finally wound up in our bedroom corner after my current/second/final husband’s and my last move. I saw him every day of my life for almost 25 years, frequently pausing to pet him.

I really, REALLY love that bear.

But my hubby bought a much-needed art deco armoire (Victorian houses such as ours are notorious for having too little closet space) that could only fit in Basil’s corner of our bedroom, where he’d been sitting atop our Westie Ambrose’s crate. I couldn’t place him on the ground or risk our latest adopted Westie Oliver’s chewing on or marking him. That left me with two choices: leave him forever stuck on top of a plant stand in my husband’s office or give him to a new home.

After much deliberation and MANY tears, I decided to bring Basil over to my “Attack of the Moon Zombies” director Christopher R. Mihm’s house. He has four young children, and I recalled how my great-nephew Grayson had loved to climb on Basil when he was a toddler. I asked Chris’s wife Stephanie to guarantee me two things: 1) someone in the house would call him Basil; and 2) if he got destroyed in the kids’ playing with him, they wouldn’t let me know. I went into this realizing it was a good possibility Basil would be “loved to death” in his new home, but I just couldn’t bear, pardon the pun, to watch that. Either way, he’d probably prefer, like the Velveteen Rabbit, to be loved to pieces rather than molder on a plant stand or, worse, wrapped in a plastic bag and stored in the rafters of my garage. Images of him “suffocating” made me wail with despair.

Heck, I’m still crying as I write this. How pathetic am I? I know Basil is an inanimate object and the only “feelings” he has are ones I project onto him through my anthropomorphic tendencies. But I feel just like the college-bound kid in “Toy Story 3” as I say goodbye to my dear, stuffed pal.

Add to this the fact that there were likely lingering tidbits of wistful feelings from when my first marriage was truly happy attached to Basil, too, which require still other layers of letting go. And, at this same time, I also had to donate 16 grocery bags full of my clothes that had become too big for me, including many all-time favorite outfits I couldn’t hang onto for fear that to do so would mean subconsciously planning on gaining back the weight I’d worked so hard to lose just so I could wear them again. This was a major week for feng shui-ing my life. I know it was necessary on many levels, but I can’t say I only feel good about it all.

Getting back to Basil, I know for a fact that this is probably exactly what millions of people have had to face recently in having to relinquish their pets to new homes because of the economic downturn, foreclosures, etc. You can know you’re doing what’s in that pet’s/stuffed bear’s best interests, but it is still the loss of a loved one, the death of a relationship. It hurts like hell. You wonder if you’re doing the right thing. There’s a ton of guilt. (In the case of my grieving a stuffed bear, there’s a fair amount of embarrassment, too. You think pet loss is a disenfranchised form of grief? Try getting sympathy for stuffed-kodiak-bear loss!) There’s a kind of missing them that can’t be mitigated by, say, an afterlife visitation that assures you they’re still around you and doing fine. There’s worry that the new owner will not love and value them as much as you did. What if, for instance, that whole household of kids totally ignores Basil because he’s not a video game and they think stuffed bears are passe? (I don’t pretend to understand what’s appealing to this new generation of kids.)

It’s been several days since I made the decision to give away Basil and delivered him to his new home. I’m clearly not past the grief yet. I know that with any new experience of grief come remnants of all other past grief feelings that bubble up along with the new ones. You never say goodbye to just that one person/place/pet/thing. You say goodbye again to everyone and everything you’ve lost. Goodbye, Basil. Goodbye again, first husband (the version of you I loved with my whole heart). Goodbye again, youth and innocence (and all the beloved toys I’d sold at a garage sale to buy a new bike when I was 17). Goodbye again, Mom…Dad…everyone I’ve lost. Goodbye again, previous beloved homes and parties and holidays therein. Goodbye again, Schatze, the sweet, chewing schnauzer…and my Westies Tuppence and Ludwig who knew you…

And so on…

Gee, I guess I had the right to feel kind of low about all this. Who knew one stuffed bear was connected to so many heart-strings?

Dearest Basil, I hope you know I gave you up with love and the hope that you’d now bask in the attention of a household of playful kids and not feel neglected. Forgive me if that’s not what eventually happens. It’s no longer in my control. I thank you for being my steadfast friend and housemate for nearly half my life. I will miss you and remember you always.

You were the best bear EVER!

Love,

Sid

********

Update, Christopher Mihm just let me know that Basil is, indeed, in good hands. His 3-year-old daughter, Alice, just threw her arms around Basil’s neck and said, “I love you, bear.” Sigh.

Our little Oliver

I’ve started to wonder lately whether my most recently rescued Westie, Oliver, might have a canine version of autism. Seriously. Here are several of the reasons I am considering the kookie hypothesis:

1) He is hyper-sensitive to absolutely any new sound, like my setting down a glass on a table, and goes into fits of barking. And don’t get me started about what happens if we open the window blinds!

2) He can get almost violent if you touch him in a way he doesn’t like and runs away all the time if you reach for him.

3) He is calmed a bit when he’s wrapped snugly in an Ace bandage, put on a drag line/leash or put in his crate.

4) He gets totally obsessed with the bag of leftover popcorn that’s on our mantel above the fireplace. He refuses to leave the room for hours on end and pitifully cries as if to say, “Popcorn, please fall from the sky!” as he stares up at it.

5) He growls and snaps at all the other Westies when we’re in the car if he gets bumped by one. (And I know he’s not in pain, as from arthritis or something like that. He just freaks when he’s touched by his half siblings—though he will play and roughhouse with them outside of the car.)

6) He loses his mind and goes all Cujo after one of my cats (with no provocation) and not the other.

I know several folks who have autistic kids and they exhibit some similar behaviors. I know he could have OCD (obsessive-compulsive disorder), anxiety disorder, PSTD (posttraumatic stress disorder) etc., but he’s so different from all our other dogs, I just started entertaining this far-fetched notion as a means to explain his difficult behaviors. Anyone knowing about such things, please weigh in.

Then again, at other times, he’s a most loving kissybug. Baffling!—Sid

Today, our four Westies, Blanche, Keely, Ambrose and Oliver are photographer’s models for the upcoming 2012 edition of the Westie Views Calendar by talented Minneapolis photographer, Daniel Kieffer, a fellow Westie lover. Keely was the 2010 cover girl as well as Miss June, so we are very excited to have our expanded troupe invited to participate again. Please visit his Lone Tree Press site for more info on all his wonderful photographic endeavors and to order your own Westie Views calendars!—Sid
 

Daniel Kieffer has photographed people and places for over thirty years.
His love of landscapes has been the heart of his work for the past
twenty-five years. “There is great joy in capturing the emotions of the
land,” he writes. “My images express what I cannot say in words.”
Kieffer’s MOLOKAI VIEWS, MINNESOTA VIEWS, OREGON VIEWS,
WISCONSIN VIEWS, NEW MEXICO VIEWS, ALASKA VIEWS, and
WESTIE VIEWS calendars have all received National and World
Awards in the Calendar Marketing Association’s competition for Best
Scenic Photography in the Desk Calendar division, including the World
BRONZE AWARD for Best Scenic Photography for MOLOKAI VIEWS
2006, and the GOLD AWARD for best black and whitephotography
(National and World) for MINNESOTA VIEWS 2006.
Kieffer’s photography has been published across the country in
major magazines and newspapers, including Time and Newsweek.
He was born and raised in Appleton, Wisconsin and received his
BA from the University of Wisconsin-Green Bay. He lives in
Minneapolis with his wife Whitney and their Westie, Murphy.

 

Daniel Kieffer
Lone Tree Press
3817 11th Ave. S.
Minneapolis, MN 55407
Phone: 612-387-4538
Fax: 612-825-5953Go to order form2011 Westie Views Calendar 


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Recently, my hubby and I had a couple stop by for a dance lesson through our in-home business, Two Right Feet Dance. They were both personable and funny at first, but then something changed. Our four Westies came to greet them at the door, as is their custom, and I perceived a subtle shift in the energy around the guy. He made some scoffing remarks about the dogs, supposedly in jest but not quite making it. Then he actually growled at them! (When scheduling them, I asked specifically if they had allergies or just didn’t like dogs so we could be sure and have them outside when the people arrived. I was told they were fine around dogs.)

Ambrose, Blanche and Keely pretty much ignored this, but our newest adoptee, Oliver, looked traumatized. He hung his head and looked like if he could have sunk into the floor, he would have. The guy then boasted about his effect on Oliver, “Look, he’s demoralized!”

The couple had come on a gift certificate, so their lesson was paid for already and I couldn’t boot his butt out of our house. But it made me slightly sick inside. I comforted poor Oliver and just said to the young man, “I can see you’re not much of an animal lover.”

His girlfriend said to me, “He hates my kitty, too.”

I couldn’t help thinking, “Swell. Yeah, lady, build your life with this guy! That’s a great idea.”

During the lesson, when he was just around us humans, the guy was all right if a tad bit sarcastic with his humor. But when he and his date were about to leave, again, he took on the “tone” with my dogs who were being nothing but friendly, not even jumping up on him.

I took my cues from Oliver’s response and bid him a hasty farewell. I know we did a good job on the lesson, but this is one person from whom I don’t seek repeat business.

Oliver is by far the most sensitive among our Westies, so it came as no surprise he’d pick up on the man’s animosity most intensely. It broke my heart to see him shrivel under that creepy human’s derisive remarks and growling. I really wanted to go alpha bitch on the nasty man, but, again, the business person in me had to bite my tongue, as he and his girlfriend would only be around the dogs for a couple of moments before going to our studio upstairs.

Nevertheless, I would never seek to have a friendship with someone with that kind of energy and who would be stinky enough to treat someone’s pets that way upon our first meeting. Talk about lacking social skills.

Don’t worry, Oliver. Mama won’t let that man back in to be mean to you ever again.

Oliver kisses his daddy

Charlie

Meet Charlie, an adorable Cairn/Westie mix who was found as a stray and is being cared for at Crossroads Animal Shelter in Buffalo, MN, until you adopt him.

Here’s his bio from PetFinder: How do you do? My name is Charlie. I’m a happy, handsome kid, looking for a new forever indoor home. A very nice family found me and brought me to Crossroads. I was in a pretty scruffy state, but they were kind enough to get me groomed, Now I’m ready to find my new forever family. I’m a super friendly boy, I love to play. I think I’ll make a great companion for you! I’m neutered, vet checked, vaccinated and heartworm negative. Minimum Contribution expected: $300

Lorenzo

Meet Lorenzo!

Here’s Lorenzo – after nearly 5 years with his family, his environment changed and he’s not very happy about it. So, Lorenzo is looking for a new family.

This little guy sounds like a GEM!  He will be 5 in April; is neutered and up-to-date on his vaccinations. Is crate-trained and house broken. He does NOT care for young children; has NOT bitten, but probably out of nervousness, growls at their new baby (now 1 year old and becoming active). He does very well with older children (10 years +) and adults.  He is also friendly with other dogs.

These people speak Spanish in their home so Lorenzo does not know any English commands, but I’m sure he could be taught. He has spent time with English speaking families when Gabriela and family have traveled so he should do fine.

He did have potty accidents in the home after the baby was born; the baby was a preemie so he was home alone for a long time before the baby came home. He no longer has accidents; he IS house broken, however, keep in mind a new dog will most likely have an accident or two after moving into a new home.

Gabriela’s words:

Lorenzo loves to be pet but not all the time. He looks for you or if you do it, he stays shortly and then he leaves. He likes to sleep a lot and when he is awake, he plays whit his own toys (balls). Sometimes, he barks a lot. It happens when he sees animals outside or people around the house. I would say that we are use to it but I don’t know if it would be too much for a new family. My husband is who feeds him, showers him and walks him most of the time so Lorenzo loves him. We can say that my husband is the pack leader so Lorenzo follows his rules all the time. He doesn’t understand commands like “seat, silence, down, etc”, since we didn’t teach eat and we speak Spanish at home. But, he does that when we ask him to do it and he has lived so many times with american families (when I go to my country)  that don’t speak Spanish so the language shouldn’t be a problem. He likes calm and quiet, predictable and quiee places, my house used to be like that. He needs his routine and when he is out of it, he seems to be upset. Before the baby, he used to be free at home (never did something to my furniture or the house in general)  when he was alone but now, he is in the kennel. He is fine with it and it is not a problem for him to get into the crate.

He sounds like a typical Westie in all ways – and he’s darn cute! I think he’s in a crate quite a bit now because of the baby…..he needs to be free again and enjoy a family that has more time for him.

Here’s Gabriela’s phone number – they live in Minnetonka.  952-913-0152

Please call her if you are interested in Lorenzo.

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