Monday, September 28, 2009

Introduction

I'll be honest, my first few posts will be written retrospectively. However, I believe stories should be told chronologically, so here is the story of Dorothy and me.


It was about a year ago that I decided a west highland white terrier (westie) was the dog for me, whenever I decide I'm able to take proper care of one. I didn't decide this just because they're cute; what I really wanted to bring home with me is the westie personality. They are small in physical size, 12-18 lbs usually, but they are not small in any other way. They are intelligent, energetic dogs that are meant to hunt vermin and don't back down. They need to spend time outside, they want to go wherever you go, and they tend to be very independent-minded--they'll boss humans around if you let them! They are strong enough to keep up with an outdoorsy person but are small enough to still be portable. They can seem stubborn; I guess this is true for any terrier. If you don't know much about dogs and training, you might not know what to do with a westie. I think this is true for most terrier breeds. In general, you need to consistent, positive, and thorough with them to train them properly... but they are awfully cute!!!!!! Who could resist those inquisitive, expression-filled faces, pointed ears, and chunky tails?

Well, this is the day I was notified that I could take one home.
I got an e-mail from the president of Westie Rescue Indiana. (I filled my application out almost a year ago, but I didn't send it in until summer. I was worried my application wouldn't be approved. And besides, I was living in a dorm at the time. I wouldn't have a home to give the dog until I moved into my apartment in the fall. I was waiting for the right time.) Anyway, I got an urgent e-mail from her. She said, "I wanted to let you know that we are getting 25 Westies this coming weekend from a Missouri puppymill that is closing." WOW! She also said puppy mill rescues tend to be quiet and shyly suffering from a lack of human contact. I replied to her IMMEDIATELY to say I was still interested.

I have to admit... I'm nervous about it. I'm adamant that dog owners should be very responsible and that it's their responsibility to make sure their dogs are healthy and well-behaved. There is no room for people who allow their dogs to be problem-dogs. And I was worried that I wouldn't do a good job; what if I'm not responsible enough? What if I'm not ready? I don't want to be a hypocrite!

OK, I also know that I tend to hesitate. But I also realize that doubting yourself means accomplishing less in life. People who do good things do not lie in fear and wait for urgent matters to pass. They act. I just can't believe this is really happening! Time for me to pursue this, full force.

This is a rescue volunteer's picture I'm borrowing here.

I want to end this post with one very important point. Never, ever buy a dog from a pet shop. You may make the puppy in your arms very happy, but it ensures the misery of other dogs. More about puppies from pet shops, and alternatives, to come.