My oldest West Highland, Kate, ADORES Herve beyond measure (they’re both still alive).  Every day (for years), without fail and regardless of artificial time-changes, she would park herself where she could watch the front door for two hours….waiting for him to come home from work.  We’ve since moved to a much larger and much older (220 years or so) house, so she’s changed her habit (for one thing, you can’t see out the big front door, which is SOLID wood)….but she still loves him.



watercolor and pastel pencil