Westly

by Linda Wraith
(Seattle, Washington)

Big Brother w/ Westly

I said good-bye to my matriarch black standard poodle last year. My baby (big beautiful black boy) Lucas was so lonely. I was juggling a lot of work and family stuff and wasn't sure I was ready for another standard poodle---puppy or rescue.

Lucas and I talked about it (haha) and we adopted a one year old scrappy little rescue dude. He was advertised on PetFinder as a miniature poodle but clearly he is a boutique mix of bijon and poodle. After almost a year with Westly, I am convinced he is an escapee from a puppy mill in a community just south of us.

Westly is the dearest little guy in the world but at times it is like having an autistic child in the house. Until recently he has only been comfortable relieving himself on concrete. When I invite him to sleep with us he curls up contentedly at the foot of the bed but wakes us up screaming around 4 a.m. I say "screaming" because it is way more than a bark. Poor little bug. When it is dark and quiet he is most comfortable in his crate.

He has a number of funny little rituals. I indulge him and tell him every day that this is his forever home. He will always have a warm soft bed, premium kibble and more squeaky toys than he could tire of in a lifetime. Oh, and leash walks and dog park runs. I feel blessed that God has trusted me with this funny little sprite.

Thanks for giving me the opportunity to share my story with you.