Favorite Toy: His big stuffed dog that looks like him and squeaks, also small balls
Favorite Food: Sliced apples
Favorite Walk: As long as he's outside, he's happy
Arrival Story: Winkie is a shelter dog. We're fairly certain he's purebred. He had already been neutered when he was turned in to the shelter. But for some reason he had been abandoned or neglected for some time. His fur was so badly matted that he was virtually mummified and unable to move. He was emaciated. His ears were so badly infected they had to be surgically removed (the inner ears), and he had also lost the sight in one eye due to infection. He was fostered by a wonderful family for almost a year, and his surgeries and care were provided through Oakland Animal Services. We don't really know his age, but judging by his teeth 2008 seems a likely birth year.
Bio: We first saw Winkie's story on the TV news, when he became available for adoption. It wasn't the first heart-rending dog story I had seen, of course, but this one touched my heart. Maybe because he overcame such terrible odds. Maybe because I could see his "inner cocker spaniel." Anyway, after much prayer and discussion with my husband, I called to apply for his adoption. A week later we all (me, my husband and our dog Hershey) went to meet him and his family at the shelter. We weren't the only applicants, in fact we were the last, but his foster mom chose us on the spot.
I had some fun while mommy and daddy were at church! Yes, this time mommy got photos. Furst, I thought I sniffed some treats in the closet where the sucky monster lives. But I didn't find any. So I went back to the food bin. Daddy thought he had me locked out, but I figured it out!
Mommy and daddy were not happy. Daddy didn't give us hardly any din-din. Mommy says my belly feels like a watermelon, but I haven't urka'd or anything.
They'll be putting up gates on the kitchen doors. And the closet door, which hasn't latched in 25 years, will now get fixed. So you see, I'm really just contributing to our home improvement! Am I wrong??
Mommy and daddy left us in charge while they went off somewhere to have their Thanksgiving dinner. So, it fell to us to put together our own feast. Finding food when the pawrents are gone is my job. The only food I found in reach today was our kibble. It's kept in a bin in the kitchen. I decided to make it my quest, to get into that bin and harvest the wealth!
It wasn't easy. Hershey wasn't much help, but he kept sticking his nose in. At one point we accidentally knocked mommy's ovfur-the-stove shelf halfway ovfur. Evfurrything on there came crashing down, but there wasn't any food so we just left it all ovfur the floor.
Finally we got the food bin open, and oh boy! Did we feast! Hershey ate so much he had to urka some back out again! On the carpet! BOL!!
Then mommy and daddy came home. With company. They were so excited to see how clever we had been! (They knew it was mostly me and not Hershey. I'm a lot smarter that way.) They all pitched in to pick things up and put them back togefur. I'm sure they were glad to have a way to work off their big meal! So why does mommy keep calling me Bad to the Bone?
And why didn't we get our din-din?? On Thanksgiving???!
We've had a furry busy day at our house! Furst, mommy pretended she was going with daddy when he left fur work. She got up furry early to get dressed and stuff, and she put Hershey's calming collar on, and she told us to be Big Boys and even walked out the door with daddy when he left. Then there was a lot of opening and closing the door, and the next thing I knew mommy was saying bye-bye to daddy, and Hershey's calming collar went back in the drawer.
A few hours or days went by and a man came to the door. Hershey and I wanted to say Woof! and welcome him in, but he only wanted to keep walking in and out at the door and making holes and stuff. Mommy kept shooing us back into the living room. Finally he and mommy went out the door and closed it, but mommy came right back in. And then we got our brushing.
When we went outside for our walk, mommy wouldn't let us go around the corner. Hershey says, that means we're waiting fur someone. (Hershey can tell me stuff even though I can't hear.) Sure enough, after awhile a lady came walking toward us. I think I've smelled her befure, but Hershey got so excited, OMD I thought he would turn himself inside out! He said, "Auntie Myrna!!!" He's known her a long time. He loves her, prolly because she brings treats! So then we went on a walk. Mommy held my leash, and Auntie Myrna held Hershey's. She gave us treats evfurry time we sat down! Mommy doesn't do that! BOL!!
Auntie Myrna stayed fur a bit when we got home, talktalktalking with mommy. A little while after she left, another man came to our door! This one came in, and he brought lots of stuff fur us to sniff! It was like our floor, but in little squares. Mommy kept flipping through them. And he had something like a leash that he laid out on the floor, this way and that way. Mommy and the man talktalktalked, and then he left.
I wonder how many more times that front door will open befure daddy comes home?!