He was at a humane society and they weren't sure where to start with him. So Westie Rescue of Missouri took Sparky and we ran to pick him up(Aug. 15th,2009). All of the red was so hot to touch and his poor legs were so swollen. His ears were yeasty and he had an odor to him.
Look at him...he's so hairy!!!! YEAH!!!!!!! Some days he sleeps alot but then there are days he wants to play and he plays hard!!!! He loves to get a good rolling in the snow. He is just too funny and has become Daddy's boy. He only tolerates me because I feed him when Daddy isn't home.He became a Wigglebutt on January 15th, 2010. And he is so happy.
We love the senior rescues.
Some of the other fosters that came here in 2009 were Scottie 
. He was an owner surrender. He was sure a sweet boy and he was adopted and now spoiled in an addition by a country club in Missouri...lucky guy! He loves to travel with his new Mom and he has quite a few road miles. He is so loved by all the family!!!!!!!
Next came a sweet little girl named Kelsey.
She was a little live wire.
She found a wonderful home with a family that had lost a westie and their other one was so lonely. The Dad wanted a westie who would sit with him late at night while he watched TV. Well, Kelsey fit the bill and then some. They are so head over heels in love with her. She's such a lucky girl!!!!!!!
Well next came Mr. Sparky and you just read about him.
The end of December there was a westie in a shelter that doesn't have too great of reputation. So we headed over there to pick him up. His name was changed to Fergie. At first we got along great. But then he statrted having issues with eating and Petey. Several squirmishes broke out and in getting Pettey and Fergie apart Herb and I both got bit. Okay we chalked it up everyone trying to settle in. Then we had issues with eating. I tried the method that most dog behavorists recommend and I ended up with a dogbite. I was so upset and was very unsure about him. His moods switched off and on like a light switch.
He loved sitting with me and followed me everywhere when he was in a good mood. We hung in for almost 3 weeks and then the decision was made to take him back to the humane society. When ever I called to see how he was doing I didn't get much of an answer. So I gave up. To this day it breaks my heart. We had our handicapped great niece coming home for Christmas and with his ever changing moods and lashing out I had to make that decision. It took me a long time to get over it and I still have flashes of guilt that I let Fergie down. Rescue work is very hard.
