Chicken Bones, New Additions, & Jubilees

Pet #1 and me at my grandpets’ house

Sleeping in Pet #1’s purse… Driving makes me sleepy!

Hello, Winston watchers… If there are any still out there! Life has been extremely chaotic, with chicken bone scares and the anticipation of a new cousin. I was, however, able to visit my canine friends up north last weekend and it was quite a doozy, per usual. We barked, played, fought over rawhides, and overall, made a lot of mischief. My grandpets are still recovering, from what I hear. But the real reason for our adventure was to spend time with Auntie Em and the tea-cup human growing inside of her! I must admit that I’m a tad bit jealous of baby Rosalie. I would give my favorite hump toy to feel that cozy again! But I digress… Moving along to more newsworthy information, I ate an entire chicken wing and scared the poop out of my pets. I was constipated for two days, but I didn’t let the splintering bones travelling through my tiny body bring me down. I remained the same, hyper pup I have always been and I digested every last bone. My doctor likes to call me “the canine garbage disposal” because I try to eat just about everything with a scent including, but not limited to: band-aids, q-tips, toilet paper, plastic, popsicle sticks, and lots of hair. I’m genuinely surprised that I don’t cough

Uncle Skippy AKA “antique puppy” — he’s at least 16 years old!

Piggy-back ride on Pet #2

Snoozing with Pet#1

up hairballs with the excessive amounts of both my own hair and my pets’ hair that I ingest. Apparently, brother Bentley is the same way. Now, on to the next topic because I’ve gotten a lot of flack from my dog friends about this: Why wasn’t I present at The Queen’s Diamond Jubilee? Well, I was invited, just so we’re clear. We all know that she nursed me back to health from her own bosom and subsequently knighted me. We are still extremely close and exchanged emails throughout the entire celebration, but for those of you non-believers: “Congrats, Elizabeth! I wish I could have been with you during this special time. Love Always, Sir Winston Talbott I” (She absolutely hates to be called “Liz,” just like my own mother.) Anywho, the reason I was not in attendance was because I’m not old enough to travel alone and my pets had to work. So, please stop giving me guff about it!

 

Love is in the Air

My grandpet sent me this for Valentine's Day! I think it truly captures the essence of our home!

Hello, Winstonians! Happy Valentine’s Day to you all! I am so thrilled to announce that I am back in business, sans cherry eye. Thank goodness because I have a hot date with a pretty, young Corgi! She is in heat and I smell her intoxicating scent every time I go on a walk. It has been driving me crazy, and tomorrow, I plan on getting her alone, if you know what I mean ;). Her pets don’t make her walk on a leash, so the ball is in my court. I have to either a.) wait for my pets to open the front door and make a break for it, or b.) shimmy out of my collar during one of my walks. And you and I both know that I am an expert at either or. I’m not worried about my pets punishing me as much as I am about said Corgi’s dad… I suppose I should make a pro/con list regarding the possible consequences of my actions.

Pros: I will finally get what I have been smelling for oh-so-long, I might get a relationship out of this and possibly a family?

Cons: I’m still a baby, myself! I’m not ready to be a dad! Chloe’s (that’s the Corgi’s name) dad will beat me and then force me into marrying her, I’m clearly too young to be tied down, I’m not ready to get my heart broken.

Ok, ladies and gentlemen. I now realize that I am not ready to make this kind of commitment and will not be following through with any previously mentioned plans involving Chloe the Corgi. But a pup can certainly dream! I already asked Pet #1 to be my Valentine anyway. This means I will be receiving a lovely gift from her, hence why I asked her to be my Valentine.