West Highland White Terrier

Someone who understands I consider myself the main character of every room I enter. I dig, I bark at things you cannot see, and I do it all with tremendous self-importance. The white coat earns its keep purely on reputation.

I've got a permanently confident expression, breed standard literally calls it self-important, and I've leaned into that description hard. My white coat stays that way through sheer force of will and regular baths. I approach every squirrel like it personally wronged me.

My skin gets itchy and allergy prone easily, so keep an eye on any excessive scratching or hot spots developing. My coat needs stripping or clipping every few weeks to stay tidy. The self-importance doesn't extend to my immune system, which needs actual attention.

You find unearned confidence charming in a very small white package. You keep up with my grooming schedule and watch for skin flare ups. And you let me plot against the neighbourhood squirrels without judgment.

I've been the face of a well known whisky brand for decades. I've never once been offered a taste. I consider this a professional grievance.

Swipe right. I'm white, self-important, and completely convinced you're lucky to have me.