Justin, a 4-year-old West Highland terrier from Long Island, was having his face hair-sprayed into the shape of a carnation.
Both these are West Highland tales; and in the manner of the taboo they closely resemble that given by Map.
In the drive, awaiting us, was a West Highland terrier named Bunty.
His equipment as a student of West Highland folklore was unique.
My greatcoat had kept out the rain, but it had not kept out the chill of the West Highland night.
Suggested by a copy of his poems in a West Highland bookcase.
So we grew to manhood there in that West Highland country, and surely our lives were pure and simple and sweet.
A few notes about West Highland giants must end this account of wonder creatures in this region.