Arguably, there’s no better gardening companion than a dog.
My husband says he can find me in the garden by which way the Westie’s nose is pointing.
One reason I have a West Highland white terrier is because she makes a good photo prop. Her black nose and eyes show well against her white fur.
Lily—named after a white flower—knows when she’s working, and takes it seriously. Her portfolio includes both my books and an article in Better Homes & Gardens.
A photographer once told me he prefers to shoot tan dogs because white can be problematical. I see his point, but nothing stands out so well as white.
The West Highland white terrier is the white version of the cairn terrier, which gets its name from Scottish rock piles (cairns). Cairn terriers were used to rid rock piles of rodents, so it goes against Lily’s nature to sit and stay. She prefers to be hunting small critters. I’ve used rocks throughout the garden, which is steep in places, to retain soil and line pathways. Lizards hide among the rocks, and I’ve had to train Lily not to scrabble after them, causing terraces to collapse.
Westies are playful dogs, and apart from a mouse in the woodpile, like nothing better than a small visitor with a ball.
As her schedule allows, Lily vacations at the Cambria Shores Inn. Located on the coast of central California, this enlightened establishment welcomes canines. More importantly (at least as far as I’m concerned), it has a wonderful succulent garden.
Mickey, our Shih-tsu, is less photogenic—his eyes are hard to see—but he has his moments.