Christmas came a little early at our house in the form of a fluffy, wiggly,
bitey, loving little puppy named Winnie. As in Winifred, not Pooh.
(They both look a little unsure, no?)
She is an Augi (Mini-Australian Sheperd/Corgi mix). We had been on the lookout for a good puppy pal for Toby, but were going to wait until we were out of the rental and in the new house with all the land for them to frolic and play on. Toby just has way more energy than we’re able to help him burn, and he loves going to the in-laws farm to play with all the critters there.
Which brings me to how we ended up with Winnie. One of the critters at the farm, Hank, a dearly loved blue heeler who had had a back injury and was in a
wheelchair chariot, had gotten very sick and had to be put down this past fall.
Here’s a picture of Hank in his chariot running with my MIL, her dog Chloe (who is Toby’s mom) and Toby bringing up the rear.
That was this past Mother’s Day. My first Mother’s Day! Here is another pic from that day!
So anyway, Hank was gone and my FIL had run across this litter of puppies that he thought he would like to help him work the cattle and stuff. (I have no idea how dogs work cattle, but I just go with the flow.) So we all decided to surprise him with a puppy for Christmas.
And the puppy was awesome! So cute and fat and short. And he had brothers and sisters left… and we were sorta interested. And then another member of the family decided they were interested too. And so we called about the others, and they said if we took both, they would give us a group rate.
Yep, we got a discount puppy for Christmas. We’re nothing if not thrifty.
So Winnie came home a little earlier than expected, but it worked out because she and Toby were immediate pals. Since she’s not totally trained yet, and Toby has a tendency to chew on Junior’s things when we’re not looking, we put them in a tiled portion of the house with a baby gate up.
And came home to this.
Junior’s stuff, Christmas gifts, D’s shoes, a pair of my *ahem* underthings… all destroyed.
I had plans last night, so poor D was faced with this all alone. Toby and Winnie had to sit in time out while he cleaned up the mess and wrangled Junior, who is teething and uncharastically grumpy. But by the time I got home, all I had to deal with was this:
Which got me to thinking… maybe I should go to dinner with the girls more often.
Love you, D! Thanks for being the best hubby, daddy, and puppy-daddy EVER!