Doggy Drama

There has been quiet a bit of drama surronding Winston these last few weeks. Some of you may know about the drama, others may not. Here is the story, minus a few details because who needs all of them?

Winston flew to my parent’s house, in Washington, with me over break. On the way out my connecting flight caused me to be late enough to miss my plane, but Winston made it on to the plane and was home long before I was even back on a plane. My sister and mom picked him up and I caught a later flight. Last week when I was headed back it was to cold for him to travel, it has to be above 20 degrees, so he stayed with my parents. I was so sad to leave him, I think he was sad too because my mom said he was always looking for me and laying on my bed at home. Mom and I were trying to get everything taken care of so he could fly and her vet gave him another rabies shot, he’d just gotten a three year a few months before, because the vet wouldn’t wait for me to get my vet to fax them. Then Tuesday Delta wouldn’t ship him saying his kennel was too small, although he’s flown in that kennel many times, they were going to charge twice as much as any other airline. Wednesday we went through American when my mom got there the airline people said that the vet her the wrong paperwork and if we didn’t get the proper paperwork they couldn’t let him fly. So after the vet didn’t listen to her and charged her $60 for flight paperwork they didn’t give her the right paperwork, but we got it figured out and he made it back to the Midwest.

Winston being at my parents house wasn’t so, bad they live out in the country and have a dog about Winston’s age, Sam, so they played all the time but I'm glad to have him home and I think he's happy to be home.

This morning Winston and I are falling back in to our routine, like every morning he is lounging on the couch, on the floor next to me and on the bed I have a feeling this afternoon he will be bouncing off the walls as he usually does in the afternoon.

Thank you for your thoughts and prayers over my Doggy Drama. I would like to end the drama by dedicating a song to Winston; "Man of the Hour," by Norah Jones

It’s him or me
That’s what he said
But I can’t choose
Between a vegan and a pot head
So I chose you, because you’re sweet and you give me lots of lovin’ and you eat meat
And that’s how you became
My only man of the hour

You never lie
And you don’t cheat
And you don’t have any baggage tied to your forefeet
Do I deserve, to be the one, who will feed you breakfast, lunch, and dinner and take you to the park at dawn
Will you really be
My only man of the hour

I know you’ll never bring me flowers
Flowers they will only die
And though you’ll never take a shower together
I know you’ll never make me cry
You never argue
You don’t even talk
And I like the way you let me lead you when we go outside and walk
Will you really be
My only man of the hour?
My only man of the hour.
My only man of the hour.