Whitney
My name is Whitney. During my first 18 months, I lived with my
first Mommy and Daddy and their real-life children. Those children didn't like me, and I guess I didn't
like them. Little kids just don't know how to treat a Westie-princess like me. And once I'd had enough,
I let them know it. My Mommy was very busy with the real-life children, so I never quite got through my
potty training requirements, and I was in pretty serious need of attention. Once Mommy and Daddy decided
to get another real-life baby, they decided that I needed a home where I could get the things I needed:
attention, attention, and some more attention. Plus, I needed to be away from children.
My foster Mommy, picked me up and took me to her house where I met two new westie friends. We ran and
played and flew through the house after we all got to know each other. Running outside in the grass was a
real treat!
A week before Christmas, we got some special visitors. Nana and Papa, my foster parents'
grandmother and grandfather, flew up to visit with us. Nana and I bonded right away. Every time
she would sit down, I'd curl up in her lap and refuse to move. Every morning, Nana would take me
for a long walk. The more we walked, the more Nana fell in love with me. She said I reminded her of her
poodle, who died a few years ago.
Well I won Nana's heart, and she adopted me during the visit. Nana walks me several times a day, and she
always shows me off to all her friends!
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