Maggie's full name was My Lady Margaret Mae. The name sounds regal because she was a regal dog. Larger than most White West Highland Terriers, she had huge eyes and an angular face, not the traditional round face you think of most Westie's having. We took our 5 year old Westie, Mitzi, with us when we went to get her. Mitzi never forgave us but Maggie was grateful for an instant big sister.
Like most Westies, Maggie was always in your face, begging for attention.
We called her our little "Houdini" because it seemed that she could find a way to escape from any enclosure. I lost count of all the people who called us to tell us they had found our dog. She dug out of every fenced enclosure we ever put her in. She found openings under the deck that no one would expect to be there.
We finally built a new house and when we moved, we didn't bother with fences. We simply took our two beloved Westies for walks and didn't leave them outside. I was always afraid someone would steal them if I let them loose. And, it was against the law to allow them to be outside alone or unfenced. So, they didn't get out to roam or to crawl through non-existent holes in the fence.
But, we kept children's gates up between the kitchen and den and dining room when we weren't home. We never came home to find Maggie still in the kitchen. She always found a way (we never figured out how) to get over or under or through those gates. The "Houdini" genes stayed with her until she died in 2014.
Maggie loved to wrestle with Mitzi and was absolutely lost when Mitzi passed away of a heart attack. She moped and grieved so much for her big sister that we decided to get her another one. Yep, another Westie. And, Maggie, who had loved Mitzi so much, turned her love on little Casey. Casey and Maggie were inseparable until Maggie succumbed to a real killer, HGI. Mitzi had it once, too, but she survived (she was younger when she had it). Maggie simply could not overcome it. It is a terrible and usually deadly disease, similar to Parvo, but with no vaccination to save your dog from it. Check with your vet for the symptoms. But, whatever you do, if your dog does get it, time is your enemy. Get your dog to the vet as soon as possible - sooner than ASAP. Every minute counts.
Gone, but never forgotten, Maggie, we still love you and still have your collar and your last Rabies medallion.
Your collar was blue and Mitzi's was red. That is how we knew which dog was in the corner and which one on the floor - by the color of your collars.
Like most Westies, Maggie was always in your face, begging for attention.
We called her our little "Houdini" because it seemed that she could find a way to escape from any enclosure. I lost count of all the people who called us to tell us they had found our dog. She dug out of every fenced enclosure we ever put her in. She found openings under the deck that no one would expect to be there.
We finally built a new house and when we moved, we didn't bother with fences. We simply took our two beloved Westies for walks and didn't leave them outside. I was always afraid someone would steal them if I let them loose. And, it was against the law to allow them to be outside alone or unfenced. So, they didn't get out to roam or to crawl through non-existent holes in the fence.
But, we kept children's gates up between the kitchen and den and dining room when we weren't home. We never came home to find Maggie still in the kitchen. She always found a way (we never figured out how) to get over or under or through those gates. The "Houdini" genes stayed with her until she died in 2014.
Maggie loved to wrestle with Mitzi and was absolutely lost when Mitzi passed away of a heart attack. She moped and grieved so much for her big sister that we decided to get her another one. Yep, another Westie. And, Maggie, who had loved Mitzi so much, turned her love on little Casey. Casey and Maggie were inseparable until Maggie succumbed to a real killer, HGI. Mitzi had it once, too, but she survived (she was younger when she had it). Maggie simply could not overcome it. It is a terrible and usually deadly disease, similar to Parvo, but with no vaccination to save your dog from it. Check with your vet for the symptoms. But, whatever you do, if your dog does get it, time is your enemy. Get your dog to the vet as soon as possible - sooner than ASAP. Every minute counts.
Gone, but never forgotten, Maggie, we still love you and still have your collar and your last Rabies medallion.
Your collar was blue and Mitzi's was red. That is how we knew which dog was in the corner and which one on the floor - by the color of your collars.
Maggie's full name was My Lady Margaret Mae. The name sounds regal because she was a regal dog. Larger than most White West Highland Terriers, she had huge eyes and an angular face, not the traditional round face you think of most Westie's having. We took our 5 year old Westie, Mitzi, with us when we went to get her. Mitzi never forgave us but Maggie was grateful for an instant big sister.
Like most Westies, Maggie was always in your face, begging for attention.
We called her our little "Houdini" because it seemed that she could find a way to escape from any enclosure. I lost count of all the people who called us to tell us they had found our dog. She dug out of every fenced enclosure we ever put her in. She found openings under the deck that no one would expect to be there.
We finally built a new house and when we moved, we didn't bother with fences. We simply took our two beloved Westies for walks and didn't leave them outside. I was always afraid someone would steal them if I let them loose. And, it was against the law to allow them to be outside alone or unfenced. So, they didn't get out to roam or to crawl through non-existent holes in the fence.
But, we kept children's gates up between the kitchen and den and dining room when we weren't home. We never came home to find Maggie still in the kitchen. She always found a way (we never figured out how) to get over or under or through those gates. The "Houdini" genes stayed with her until she died in 2014.
Maggie loved to wrestle with Mitzi and was absolutely lost when Mitzi passed away of a heart attack. She moped and grieved so much for her big sister that we decided to get her another one. Yep, another Westie. And, Maggie, who had loved Mitzi so much, turned her love on little Casey. Casey and Maggie were inseparable until Maggie succumbed to a real killer, HGI. Mitzi had it once, too, but she survived (she was younger when she had it). Maggie simply could not overcome it. It is a terrible and usually deadly disease, similar to Parvo, but with no vaccination to save your dog from it. Check with your vet for the symptoms. But, whatever you do, if your dog does get it, time is your enemy. Get your dog to the vet as soon as possible - sooner than ASAP. Every minute counts.
Gone, but never forgotten, Maggie, we still love you and still have your collar and your last Rabies medallion.
Your collar was blue and Mitzi's was red. That is how we knew which dog was in the corner and which one on the floor - by the color of your collars.
Like most Westies, Maggie was always in your face, begging for attention.
We called her our little "Houdini" because it seemed that she could find a way to escape from any enclosure. I lost count of all the people who called us to tell us they had found our dog. She dug out of every fenced enclosure we ever put her in. She found openings under the deck that no one would expect to be there.
We finally built a new house and when we moved, we didn't bother with fences. We simply took our two beloved Westies for walks and didn't leave them outside. I was always afraid someone would steal them if I let them loose. And, it was against the law to allow them to be outside alone or unfenced. So, they didn't get out to roam or to crawl through non-existent holes in the fence.
But, we kept children's gates up between the kitchen and den and dining room when we weren't home. We never came home to find Maggie still in the kitchen. She always found a way (we never figured out how) to get over or under or through those gates. The "Houdini" genes stayed with her until she died in 2014.
Maggie loved to wrestle with Mitzi and was absolutely lost when Mitzi passed away of a heart attack. She moped and grieved so much for her big sister that we decided to get her another one. Yep, another Westie. And, Maggie, who had loved Mitzi so much, turned her love on little Casey. Casey and Maggie were inseparable until Maggie succumbed to a real killer, HGI. Mitzi had it once, too, but she survived (she was younger when she had it). Maggie simply could not overcome it. It is a terrible and usually deadly disease, similar to Parvo, but with no vaccination to save your dog from it. Check with your vet for the symptoms. But, whatever you do, if your dog does get it, time is your enemy. Get your dog to the vet as soon as possible - sooner than ASAP. Every minute counts.
Gone, but never forgotten, Maggie, we still love you and still have your collar and your last Rabies medallion.
Your collar was blue and Mitzi's was red. That is how we knew which dog was in the corner and which one on the floor - by the color of your collars.
