Myfie is a (nearly) Six year old West Highland White Terrier male. He’s king of our world and he’s got a stubborn streak in him to show it. Though everything he does is in good humour and his great big sparkly eyes and a flick of his tail always give him away. He’s a little joker that’s full of mirth, mischief and love!
Food: dinner from his blue ‘Prince’ bowl
Having his bottom scratched, just above his tail.
Food: stealing dinner from the girls’ bowls.
Food: Treats and plenty of ‘em
Playing rough with the girls
Food: “I need them sticks for my teeth mum”.
Thinking he’s boss
Food: what’ve you got?
Wildlife documentaries (yes, really)
Food: Did I mention he really likes it?
Car rides, especially if he gets to ride shotgun!
Food: it’s yummy in my tummy, mummy
Big cuddles, especially if he knows you’re sad.
Food: it rhymes with mood, geddit?
Having his face groomed!
The grooming van!
Cheeky boy, Myfie Moo, Wiffy Myfie, Myfster
Fetch. Well, chase after the ball and run away with it really. If he brings it back to you; you aren’t allowed to have it!
Laid back … very.
Claim of Shame:
In a single (secret, while she was away) visit, he ‘did his business’ outside my bosses office door and relieved himself on my work mates shoe.