Woof, woof, woof. My name is Winston, aka Winnie boy, Winnie the poo, Rufus, and sometimes little creature feature (but that is only when I do naughty things.)
I don't know much about my life before them. But with their help (mainly mom's ) We learned I am a mixture of Caviler King Charles Spaniel and Jack Russel Terrier (aka Cava-Jack). I was kinda potty trained, but I was hurt in crates. I don't know what happened to me, but the Vet says I have something like PTSD for dogs. When I'm put in a crate I lose control over everything and shake to the point of my parents thinking I'm having a seizure. So I'm not a crate trained doggy. Which is good, since I love to sleep where every I can.
But, the one thing I will always have with me when I sleep is my tennis ball. I love my ball.
My life is ruled by my tennis ball. I must have it with me where ever I go. (Even when I'm sleeping. The best is when I have both of them in my paws.
Of course I love to play with them. But mom and dad hate it when I drop the balls on their face while they sleep. (But it is so much fun.)
Let's see- some of my favorite things are:
Where clothes to keep me warm
Rolling around on fresh laundry
Building an igloo
Big dog bones (ones that are bigger than me)
When snow hits me on the head.
Squeaky toys. I don't like the sound, unless I break the squeaker and it sounds like this.
Wiener dogs- one tried to bite me....now I hate them all.
And when people call me a girl. I'm a boy.
Well, that's all I got, because I have no thumbs and I see my mom getting out my ball.
The song for the day is.....