I've been thinking about how odd it is that the same traits in Fergus that are quite endearing are considered to be totally obnoxious in a human. Let's start with his sense of entitlement. As you can see, he still thinks the pillows belong to him.
He is a tattletale. When he sees Jenny sneak behind the door under the stairs to eat the cat's food he starts in with his high-pitched alarm bark. I think you have to be a Westie owner to fully appreciate how ear-piercing this can be.
This doesn't mean Fergus himself doesn't frequently sneak in to eat the cat's food, which makes him a complete hypocrite.
Most of his day is spent carefully watching out the window, waiting for a squirrel, rabbit or neighbourhood dog to bark at. We are talking hours of uninterrupted viewing, which makes him the dog equivalent of a channel surfing couch potato.
Fergus is also codependent. He wants to be wherever I am. Right now while I am sitting on my front porch drinking tea and writing this post, guess who is out here with me?
See what I mean? Nobody would want to hang out with a person who had these traits, but somehow in a dog they are funny and/or sweet. After all, it's impossible not to love a face like this.