Tara has wanted a puppy for far too long now. For what seems like years upon years I have been getting phone calls and texts about possible candidates but over the years for some reason or another it just didn’t work out. If you ask me, I would say that reason is that little Wyatt had not entered this world yet but as soon as he did Tara found him and made him hers! Wyatt is perfect. It’s funny when things work out as if there was never any other way they could have gone. Tara over the years showed me handfuls of dogs that she thought may have been the ones but none of them were Westies…not like Wyatt. The reason Wyatt being a Westie is so perfect is that Chris ( Tara’s other half and my dear friend ) had a Westie growing up. His name was Macduff and he was wonderful and loved by everyone that met him. Because Macduff was a male dog Chris could not and still to this day can not get it through his head that other dogs ( namely my dog Marley ) can be females so it’s a good thing Wyatt is a boy.

This weekend after many failed attempts we finally got together for a beautifully delicious brunch of baked french toast  followed by some mimosas to wash it down annnnd a Poppy/Wyatt meet! The day couldn’t have been better. Once our brunch had settled and Poppy had had about enough of Wyatt we enjoyed a leisurely walk home wandering through some sidestreets we don’t normally get a chance to explore and found a huge white elephant and some pretty fun houses.