I decided to do a little blog on Westy, our little West Highland terrier mutt. He's not a purebred. I make fun of him quite a bit, but he's turned out to be a top notch house dog.
He's fiercely loyal, scrappy, would die for Geri, he's learned his commands, he's scared away every rat in this area, and quit chewing the couch pillows (they're history). He's just lovable, and downright handsome too. He still thinks he's in charge.
I had a pizza left over from last night that I pre-baked, and just finished off in the gas oven. I also has a walnut chip cookie today. On top of that Geri always brings home fried chicken from her book group.
Now I have to walk the dog. I think I can get in 5 miles today. I need to after all that food.
No stats today. That monkey never want to leave for good, and he starts taking over soon as you let him back in, kinda like Westy. The struggle continues, always.
That's it.
Peace,
Make Food/Not War
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