This is Bonnie, who lives on Ripley's street, and is arguably his best doggie friend. She comes over to play, and Ripley has been to her house many times as well. Bonnie makes herself at home when she visits, and in this picture she is sitting on the love seat in the corner where my wife does her needlepoint. This larger picture was taken the day Bonnie returned from Camp Bow-Wow, where she had spent the prior days in residence while her owner went to New York. The inset picture (taken earlier) is outside on the driveway. Bonnie is a "Westie", a West Highland Terrier.
Earlier this week, Bonnie and Ripley had proceeded to run around the house while we humans spoke, but clearly they wore themselves down and Bonnie decided rest was best. Bonnie also is very difficult to capture on film - thankfully digital cameras resolve the issue of wasted "film" as one can pick and choose the best images, and erase the rest. I am contemplating a new career field, that of a "dog whisperer" since I am told Bonnie will only sit still in my lap - much to the consternation of her "mommy". Bonnie is also very quick to roll over and seek a tummy rub.
If only this skill of getting females to roll over with a simple "that's a good girl" worked when I was 45 years younger.
Our Wolcott must have a tummy rub prior to bed and before we go to work. He also has his signature roll over move, which he refuses to do on command because it is his personal sign of joy and he will not do it merely for treats.
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