Nelsons Dog stories: Westies rule my world (by Elle)

I often find it hard to look at West Highland Terriers right in their eyes as i get so mesmerized by their pure beauty. Sometimes, if I am not careful, I find myself staring at them for hours and hours, and forget to eat. It is not all bad though, as it is a great way to loose weight. Especially after thanksgiving when I put on a few pounds. 

When I see Westie whilst driving there is a considerable chance I'll lose all of my concentration and hit a tree, or perhaps another car (or in a worst case scenario the WESTIE itself) and therefore have decided to give up driving. It is just not worth the risk. 

My favorite past time is to write poems to Westies and this way show my deep appreciation for the breed. Here is one of my best ones.

Oh Westie, Westie

Your fur is so white,

And your eyes full of light

I hope you never go away from my sight.

For me, it is such a delight

I would give up my wedding night, just to see you my ray of light. 

Not even a toxic waste site could keep me away from you my little knight, 

you are sweeter than turkish delight.  

(poem for Westies by Nelson)

This is the first Westie I ever owned. 

I had this painting made for him for his first birthday. His name was Big Mac, as his head uncannily resembled a burger. 

Unfortunately that is also what came to his death later in life when an obese man who was partly blinded by diabetes took a massive bite of his cute little burger like head non the wiser. Big Mac didn't stand a chance, and the fat man deeply regretted his actions after finding out he had in fact eaten a dog head, not a burger. He said he liked his beef rare and hadn't noticed in time to prevent the injury. 

As a good mormon I forgive him. I miss Big Mac more than words can say. R.I.P little doggie.

That incident happened years ago and I have since acquired lots of new Westies to brighten up my day and to  get over the sadness. Here is a picture of my current Westies. 

It may look like they are trying to find ways to escape and get away from me, but really they love me dearly. 

- Nelson Bruggeman -

Elle's guide to dogs, by Nelson Homer Bruggeman

I really like puppies. I even like some dogs. I'm considered by many to be an expert, so I feel it's my responsibility y to share my canine knowledge with the internet community.

I rarely use the word hate. With that said I hate pugs. They are intellectually at the level of most Russians. Look at this example, The poor guy has no idea he's peeing all over himself, sure he's getting some on the tree, but basic physics dicate it's not all ending up on the tree. The only mammal worse than a pug is a pug owner. Pug owners believe everyone loves their dog as much as hey do. Because of this belief they have feel it's their responsibility to take their dog with them to every social function they go to and let the dog run around like it owns the place. They can't understand why people wouldn't want pug slobber all over their new couch. When dealing with pug owners it's best to tell them you love their dog, if you tell them your honest opinion they will never forgive you

Growing up my neighbors had Chows, My friends and I believed them to be lions. Chows like lions, will eat you if the first opportunity they have.

The West Highland Terrier. What a noble beast. They don't shed, they like to play, they like to cuddle, and the new generation can climb trees.

If your looking for a dog to jump off the dock look no further then the Vizsla.

If I could have any animal for a friend it would be the fox. No matter what your sexual preference is, your into foxes.

Black German Shepherd =Awesome

The only good thing about Great Danes is they will eat anyone who tries to eat you.

If your wondering what this little guy is looking at I will tell you. It's a mirror. He's so cute he cant's stop looking at himself. I know he's a boy because he's black.

If you think this is gross then you have no business owning a dog, dogs poop that will never change.

Whenever I see this picture and want to eat this dogs legs. They look delicious.

Check out these little ass kickers. I love cute little feline dogs.

If you see a cute little blonde girl walking her dog around London it's Probably just me,
Elle No Big Deal.

Dear Diary By Elle Sillanpaa by Nelson Homer Bruggeman.

Dear Diary,
Today was the most disturbing of days. It started with a terrible nights sleep. I dreamt I was a cowgirl, which initially was very pleasant, Until I realized the American frontier was no place for a lady. I was surrounded by foul mouthed men who knew nothing of science or bathing. We set out to rob a train when I remembered I don't know how to ride a horse. This was bad. The men were getting mutinous and I had to do something quick or I would lose my posse. Luckily, in this particular dream I was also a vampire.
I used my Vampire abilities to take control of the cowboys by turning them into Vamps. I set to work teaching the new cowpires physics, and we began building a proton accelerator. Vampires (and dreams) are very efficient so in no time the project was complete. We prepared for our test run, Having no idea what would happen when we fired her up. (Proton accelerators are always female) I pushed the button and.... I woke up. I was outraged. I rather enjoyed being a vampire cowboy scientist. The rest of the day was full of disappointment and rain.-Elle

Nelson's great day

Today at 17.57pm London time (UK) Nelson's thoughts are mainly occupied with the smell of strawberries. "The Salt Lake city strawberries have a distinct sweet flavour compared to those of the Finnish type of strawberries that are more citrusy", thought Nelson to himself. 

In the morning Nelson went for a walk to a near by horse stall and gazed at the beautiful black horses with admiration. He then looked around him to make sure no one would see what was about to happen. He took a cowboy hat out of his secret pocket and placed it on his head and daydreamed about the day he would finally become a cowboy. Cowboy Nelson. That day would be the most glorious day in the history of mankind. 

Later on in the day he helped his mom with cooking and did some yard work. 

(Nelson's day by Elle)