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.
This is a spawcial day! I know, because daddy said so when we woke up this morning, and mommy says so, too! She says it was two years ago today that I came here to live!
I remember that day! I was living with my foster fambly. I had been there a long time and I liked them furry much. Most of my time there I had been sick. But when mommy and daddy and Hershey came to meet me I was feeling fine! I didn't know I was about to move. A few sleeps later they all came back, and I got in their car and went home with them. Now they are my fambly, furevfur and evfur!
I've been getting lots of pressies today from my Dogster pals! We're so happy that Dogster isn't going away! Mommy thought this was woud be a much sadder day that it's turned out to be! Thanks to:
Charlie, and Toby Jo's fambly, and Krickette fur the pupcakes
Bailey and PDPC fur the golden bone and photo
Petey, Bizkit and fambly, Buttercup, Angel Buddy and Dino and fambly, and Zaidie fur the hugs
Zoe and Tux, and Abby and Lucian fur the golden bones
Hershey and Kaci and fambly, Whitley and Cleo fur the stud badges
Tinkerbelle and Natasha, Rosco and fambly, Cinnamon and Chloe fur the hearts
Harley and Jazzi, Romeo Beau, Whisper and Dixie's fambly, Tessa and Fitzcairn, Max and fambly, Duncan and Hamish, and Chauncey's fambly fur the ribbons
Walker and fambly, and Mazy fur the feetsballs
the Kirk furs fur the ribbon and photo
Austin and Doo fur the ribbon and photo
the fambly of Rubio and Blaze for the heart of gold
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???!