My Dog Sarah

They say to get out of  a wrting slump you just have to pick something you know about and write about it. For me my something is my dog Sarah. Sarah is very small for her breed; she is a West Highland White Terrier. Although she is small, she still has great features and is very muscular for her size, which allows her to be extremely dangerous looking to the Paxil faced people in my neighborhood. In reality, she might bite you if you irritated her, but then, if you irritated her, I would let her bite you.

Sarah is very mild tempered and gets along with pretty much every person she has ever met. She has taken offense to a few dogs though, particularly the very nosey ones who like to sniff forever in her nether regions. I don't think I would like that either. Maybe for a while, but eventually it's got to get monotonous for someone. In any case, she likes most people and most dogs. She's not exactly what you would call trained. She is very sensible all on her own. She knows when to behave, when to play and all that jazz all on her own - I didn't teach it to here. I taught her how to walk, how to go to the can outside and all the other fun dog stuff like kitchen and table manners in the house and the like. But really most of the credit goes directly to her.

Sarah is a very silly little animal, and frequently amuses herself by rolling around on her back grunting and growling at anyone who dares to interupt her ritual. It seems like a ritual anyway. In any case she loves getting on her back to roll around and growl.

Sarah's best friend's name is Yazz. She is a thirteen year old Tabby that has personality to no ends. She enjoys bothering the hell out of Sarah, particularly when Sarah is doing her ritual on the bed. I'm not sure, but I think Yaz really does know the secret to making Sarah crazy. We'll have to wait and see about that one. Anyway, Yaz loves picking on Sarah, and eating her food, which drives Sarah to maddness. They are constantly maneuvering around each other in my tiny apartment, yet they always (both) seem to find some place to go that is different from the last stand they took. I have witnessed standoffs in front of my toilent, on the cat chair, at the bottom of the stairs leading into my apartment and the list goes on and on.