Pool Ball and Summertime Funtimes

Guess I should tell y'all a little more about myself. I live outside of Dallas in a suburb named Plano. The first Westie in our family was Whitley, who was a present for my Momma's daughter's 16th birthday. When Whitley went to live with her Momma at UCLA, Momma and Dad got me. This summer, Whitley is back home here in Plano with her Momma before they move to Austin next month.

Me and Whitley like to play a game named pool ball. We get on a pool chair float and bounce back balls the people toss to us... and Whitley barks... and barks.... and barks....
Ok, I bark some too, but not like Whitley.
Anyway, this game is a ton of fun and a great way to cool off in the triple digit Texas heat.

Bark ya later, gators.....

Fourth of July and a Case of Mistaken Identity

Howdy, puppers!! Well, Whitley, me, Momma, Daddy, and Whit's Momma all went to our town's fireworks last night... Momma looked it up on the internets and found where to park and go so's we could see it better than the last time. We had terrific seats and a great view! Dad being Dad, we got there about an hour before the show, so we set up and did some people watchin'-- or in Whitley's case, some people barking! She barked to let everyone know we were there -- with a few more barks thrown in for the fun of it!! They brought along refreshments, including some cold bottled water for us pups--ahh-- that was refreshing! Momma was helping Dad get some water when a man walked by with a rat-- at least that is what I thought it was!
I was off Momma's lap in a flash and zoomed around that guy at least three times-- he was all tangled up!! I didn't catch the rat, which once I got closer I realized it was a Chihuahua, not a rat. No offense meant to my Chihuahua buddies, but it was so tiny I guess I got confused... They untangled the dude and he and the rat, oops, I mean Chihuahua walked away. They strolled by a few more times-- further away, and I kept my eye on that dog.... it might could morph back into a rat at any minute, ya never know!!
The fireworks were louder than I wuz used to, and I kept turning to look at Whitley and her Momma and my Dad-- had to make sure they didn't get blown up!! Plus with that audible fart Whitley did last week, I was double-checking to make sure those noises weren't coming from her!! After Momma administered some belly rubs, I chilled out....

We saw a Springer Spaniel running through the crowd with his leash flying behind him... hope his owner caught him... poor scared pup!

Here are some photos for your viewing pleasure....

This one is of Whitley yawning-- I think she was bored by the whole waitin' thing...

And some fireworks....

Bark ya later, gators!!