Me & My Shadow - Happy Birthday Little Pudding

Meg turned 13 years old today.

I can remember going to get her, I'd been begging my parents for a dog ever since our first Westie died at the grand old age of 17! It was only after 7 years of persistent begging and nearly ending up with a rescue Springer Spaniel or two rescue King Charles Spaniels, that they finally relented and agreed to have another Westie pup.

We went up to Newton Wamphray, near Moffat, one evening and there were 3 bitches left out of the litter. We saw the parents, and they looked happy and healthy, so we said we'd have one of the pups.

Two of them were quite big and then there was a smaller one. On the journey up we'd agreed on a name for the pup - Meggie - so I shouted "Meggie" and the smaller pup came running. The other two never ever budged. So that was it.

Not one moment, even with some of her health issues or the occasional "clash of personalities", have we ever regretted our choice.

She has a lovely temperament (most of the time), she's fairly obedient and she's beautiful and she's just the best Westie you could ask for.

Happy Birthday Meg. :)