Most likely if the naming of this new Westie was left up to me it likely would have been something stupid like Westie, Dog or Puppy. The unnamed Westie was named about 10 minutes after leaving with him from my prior co-workers house. The Westie was in Brenda’s lap and she suggested we call him Barney. Looking back I wonder if she named him after the dog of George Bush?  Even is this is true I love Barney anyway.

When we got home we played with Barney for a couple of hours. He peed on me once and to this day I have yet to get him back! I was worried about him though because for a little 6 pound puppy he had breath that was so bad I thought for sure something was wrong with him. I even called the breeders to see what they thought about it and I was told it was normal for puppies. Thankfully it went away after about a week or so.

When bedtime arrived I left Barney in the living room in a laundry basket with a blanket. After about… hmm.. ah.. oh I don’t know five, maybe six seconds of silence he started crying. I went to the living room to pet & calm him down and it worked, worked well in fact for about hmm.. ah.. oh I don’t know three, maybe fours seconds. When Barney started

to cry again I yelled from the bedroom to “quiet”.. and it did increase the silence to about ten seconds.

At this point I thought bringing him into bedroom and placing the basket next to the bed would solve the crying,

nope! It is about 1:00am at this point and sleep did not seem to be nearing for any of the three of us so we all decided to drive to a 24hr K-Mart and buy a dog cage for his comfort. The thinking was maybe he was to big for a laundry basket even though he weighed only 6 p0unds.

The answer to our thinking was an instant no! After crying myself and many pleads to him to pipe down and go to sleep to no avail I picked him up and he sleep with us. The second we did this he went to sleep and has been stealing my pillow ever since.