I know I's sposed to be a West Highland White Terrier. It are what it says on my "papers" and what momma has always said I are.
But as ya can tell when I actually wear white, I's more of a West Highland Vanilla Terrier. Or maybe Platinum Blonde. Or eggshell. Or ivory. But not white. And dis shirt are coverin da hair dat has grown in kinda reddish-brownish-blondish in my wrinkles. Nuffin makes a westie look less white dan puttin em next to white. I's just hopin my lucky shirt helps da Spurs out tonite.
We has been havin all kindsa crazy storms today. When I went outside dis mornin, it smelled like da rain wuz comin, and boy did it ever. Any more rain and I are gonna have to use my pool float just to get round da front yard. But tomorrow it are sposed to be sunny and 90. Which I are hopin will mean I can get to go swimmin. Maybe if I work on givin momma my cutest face . . . I think I are gonna go practice.