White’Snowflakes is a very special Westie, if you ask me. He’s so cute! He absolutley loves winter. Summer is alright to him, but the winter is where he loves outside most. White’Snowflakes loves the snow, he could play in it all day. After a long day of making snowmen or gliding down on his sleigh, he’ll enjoy a nice hot chocolate, with extra whipped cream, which by the way is his absolute favorite treat. And don’t even get started with asking if he celebrates Christmas. He loves Christmas, it’s his absolute favorite day in the world. He loves going out and giving his family presents, warm hot coacoa and just spending time with them!
On Christmas morning I woke up to several messages, like 3-4 wishing me a Merry Christmas with a gift hehe. Well, when I opened up Ashley’s link I had a great surprise waiting for me. I got an AL first gen Westie! If you didn’t know, I really love first gen AL Westies. Not so sure why? It’s just something special about them, haha. I immediatley named him White’Snowflakes and of course read Ashley’s sweet letter. It was very nice of Ashley and I’ll be forever grateful. ♥
Merry Christmas! I wanted to apologize I have been trying after a few lost stat westies but with no avail, but hopefully this lovely lady/boy brings you just as much happiness! I wanted to thank you for being an amazing friend to me, even though we do not talk much at all, but I am very greatful. Seeing you around honestly brings a smile to my face each and every time. You bring so much joy to foo and just know that you are a really appreciated member of this community ♥ I hope that this new year brings you tons of happiness, and quick school year and years to come! I wish you the absolute best!
With tons of love,
It was a snowy day, with a little thunder, which was very surprising. It was Christmas, as well. I was getting ready to go, and opened up my door. Surprisingly, there was a letter; and a little dog with a red bow on it saying “Merry Christmas”. I never asked for a dog, let alone for Christmas. He was shivering so I took him in.
“What are you doing here?” I asked him softly, of course not expecting an answer. “You’re adorable.”
His soft fur was wet and filled with snow. Poor thing, I thought. I took off his nice bow, after I took the very first picture of him.
He seemed to say, “Thank you!” but with a lick on the face instead. He wouldn’t stop wagging his tail, but I did have to go to my family’s house.
I made the choice to bring him with, as a little special guest. He was a bit excited in the car, almost too excited.
When we got there and went inside, everyone was so surprised to see a little puppy. Everyone was calling him an angel and was wishing they had found him in front of their front doors.
“You’re very lucky!” everyone seemed to say. I always agreed, he’s an angel.