Hi My Name Is Henry The VIII (Eighth).... I
am a young, we guess about 1-2 years old, neutered
male Westie that was adopted out of the Humane
Society in Carlsbad. I was a stray, running
the streets, with fleas, ticks and matted 'dreadlocks'.
I really, really was a mess! Both eyes were
infected, one was swollen shut and my ears were
so infected that my foster mom couldn't get
the medicine down into my ears. I had to have
lots of love and attention prior to being ready
for adoption.
But hey baby, just look at me now! Yahoo, I
am gorgeous.....all I needed was a little T.L.C.
and some loving people to take care of me properly.
I knew as soon as I was adopted, I was going
to a better place and everything was going to
me alright. Granted, I looked pretty silly for
awhile because they had to cut off my fur because
the mats were so bad they couldn't get them
out. And, darn it....it hurt when they tried.
The mats were tight against the skin and there
wasn't any way they could be combed out. My
foster mom threatened to put 'colored hair gel'
in my fur....because I looked like I could try
out for a punk rocker band until the fur grew
back.
I have a darling face, am very curious about
everything and everybody. Basically my foster
mom says "I'm nosey". I am timid at
first when you are new and approach I cower.
But I am getting better about that because now
I know I won't be hit or yelled at. My foster
mom says that someone must have yelled at me
continually and never loved or praised me ever.
I can use a doggie door, have all my shots and
rabies, am neutered, crate trained, love to
walk on a leash and I have a doggie seat in
my foster mom's car that I can look out the
window....I love my car rides. I will bark at
strange noises, but when my foster mom tells
me it's alright I stop. My fur is growing back
on my front and hind legs, which where chewed
off due to fleas, allergies and generally being
just disgustingly filthy for so long. I have
a 'pretty cute expression and face' (my foster
mom says that all the time....I like her a lot
she's very nice to me). My new healthy hair
is growing back good. And I am pretty excited
to be in a place with lots of toys, I can play
with them any time I want. I can play catch,
fetch and know the 'set' command. My foster
mom is working on 'shake'....I just want the
treat she is offering.....sigh, we gotta do
what we gotta do to get the treat...huh? I have
a good appetite and love the
Westie Diet I am on.....I will need to remain
on this diet for my skin and coat health. I
like to play with the other Westies buddies
in the house.....my best game is chase. I will
take a toy and shove it into the other Westies
faces until they chase me......I love it!!!!
But if I can't get them to play, I will throw
a toy in the air and play by myself. I will
roll over with the toy in my mouth and play.
Sometimes, I just lie there on my back with
the toy in my mouth.
I would do best in a house with no cats....I
like to chase them, but they don't chase me
back.....strange creatures plus they don't smell
like us doggies. No young children under the
age of 7 years, someone who will give me at
least two good walks daily and keep me on the
Westie Diet
(it's good for my skin). I do need on-going
reinforced housetraining so I don't slip back
into my old habits. And, I need a comfortable
couch on which to nap during the day! (That
was my idea...tee-hee).
