Walking the Foster Westies we were working our way through a field full of rushes when they pounced and chopped a half grown bunny. The Westies have been
obviously used to hunting as they immediately grabbed the rabbit and worried it.
Its a good job the wife was no there to see here beloved white fluffy lap dogs,
covered in blood.
I wonder if the ladies who adore and pamper these little dogs realise that
lurking beneath that neatly trimmed coat lies the heart of a killer.
Westies were originally dogs which would take on anything, up to a badger.
Despite the in breeding and usual Kennel Club stunts the Westie has remained a
hearty game little dog. It is now useless in rain as its coat cannot push out
rain and many have weak jaws which mean they would never hold quarry.
The two I have at the moment are thankfully an exception to the usual run of the
mill.
They love rabbiting but are incredibly stubborn and will not leave a hedge that
they are convinced a rabbit is in; even when the rabbit has long gone. I don't suppose these will catch on as hunting terriers ever again as there are far better breeds of terrier out there, but it was good to see them hunt and remember their origins.
