Jamie came to visit me today. I think I did a good job of impressing her with the fact that I am going to give her a run for her money. By which I mean, I am not the snuggling kind. Nope. I wanted to go, go, GO.
Jamie, in her infinitesimal wisdom (not really) insisted on doing what she called "handling exercises," including gently putting me on my back and rubbing my tummy. She says most puppies love having their tummy rubbed and scratched. I beg to differ. I just wanted to run around the living room and have a good time rough and tumbling with some of my siblings. Belly rubs can wait, after all. I have years in which to enjoy luxurious belly rubs and getting hand fed caviar... err... liver treats by the bucket load.
There was another couple there visiting their puppy, and Jamie noticed that their puppy was a lot calmer. Well, who needs calm? I'm a Westie after all!
I go home with Jamie next Sunday, and she's just over the moon about bringing me home. Of course she is. I am Ziggy. Hear me roar!
(Jamie says she will post a picture from today's visit once she gets her iPhone synching properly to her computer. I have no idea what this means, except sooner or later, I'll update this entry with a picture, so hold on tight, folks!)
Edited to add: Here I am! Dapper, aren't I?