Went to the Groomer again ... pretty?

Posing in the grass ...

Showing off ...

The night before, looking like a hippie ...

My name is not 'Cesar'!

Yesterday, I was nicely roaming the woods above the village where I live. We came across a man with his chirpy baby tied to his chest. 'Look, the doggie! Look, look!' he went on to his baby, pointing at me. I briefly looked up but wasn't too interested in his smells and slowly trotted off when he asked: 'What's he called, Cesar?" 

Oh dog, in my beautifully groomed coat HE should have noticed that I'm a SHE, pffff, and my name is Dolly. Hear me? Dolly! Though I'm pure-bred and pretty, I rather roll in fox-dung than getting my nose powdered for some TV commercial. But us Westies are just too cute, aren't we (wink)?

In the Woods on Valentine's Day

Hello, it's 9°C today, far too warm for a February in Switzerland. And my coat is rather long but my groomer says she can only trim every 3 months. 

Sigh. 

So here I am with all that hair. We had a quick photo session for my fans in the woods near by where I was supposed to look pretty. I hate sitting still, but I managed, didn't I? 

Smile.

Back on my four paws on the ground, I smelled some fox stuff. Oh, it was so nice to roll in it ...  about five times.

Har har har! 

Will have to pay for it with some bath tub job, even though it's Valentine's Day.

Grrrrr.