The Winston Wagon » doggie diapers http://thewinstonwagon.com The daily life of a special dog with special needs Thu, 08 Oct 2009 20:22:50 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9 en hourly 1 We’re back from vacation http://thewinstonwagon.com/2009/07/20/were-back-from-vacation/ http://thewinstonwagon.com/2009/07/20/were-back-from-vacation/#comments Mon, 20 Jul 2009 17:03:51 +0000 admin http://thewinstonwagon.com/?p=156 We had such a great time in Maine.   Their state motto doesn’t lie.  It truly is how life should be.   We finally had time together as a family for more than an hour at a time.  Mom and Dad both work and they just had a baby in January so life for them has been busy.  Taking care of me and an infant has put a little stress on them both so I think a little time away did them a world of good.

What we mostly did was lots of nothing.  I am at my happiest when everyone is in the same room just hangin’ out.  I don’t like a lot of walking about or going in and out of the house. I always think that I am going to be left behind so that makes me nervous.  Mom and dad just played games, talked, ate, and spent some quality time with me and the kid.  The kid loved it and so did I .

I did miss Benny though. I was completely bummed out for the first couple of days.  I didn’t really do much of anything. This is when my mom took my for a walk in the center of town in Damariscotta.  What a nice bunch of people that lived there!  Well, I think that I caused a disturbance though.  The folks there had never seen a dog with wheels before.  People stared at me in there cars.  Shopkeepers pointed from there windows.  Pedestrians did double-takes as we strolled by. Several people actually came up to me and wanted to pet me.  It was awesome.  I felt like Elvis Presley.  We met tons of people during our two week stay.  Maine is chock full of animal lovers.  Did I mention that people yelled to me from their cars saying that they loved my wheels? Isn’t that the coolest?

I forgot to mention the best part of my trip.  We were on a walk in the town and my mom and I were approached by two very nice ladies from the town’s nursing home.  They liked me so much that we got invited to come visit the residents there.  We had a blast.  I loved getting the attention from everyone and the residents perked right up when they saw me.  It made me feel so good.  I wanted to get some pictures to post on here from our visit but I had to get consent first.   Oh well!  Mom thought it would be bet if we just enjoyed the people’s company and not bother them with legal stuff.   She’s right.   This trip got me thinking though about becoming a therapy dog for nursing homes around here.   I would love it and and my mom would too!

I do have some awesome pics to put up.   Mom has to unpack the camera first though.  They will be on tonight.

Take care of yourselves.

Love, Winston

]]> http://thewinstonwagon.com/2009/07/20/were-back-from-vacation/feed/ 0 The dreaded gate http://thewinstonwagon.com/2009/06/25/the-dreaded-gate/ http://thewinstonwagon.com/2009/06/25/the-dreaded-gate/#comments Thu, 25 Jun 2009 18:10:41 +0000 admin http://thewinstonwagon.com/?p=68 Mom and I get into arguments every once in a while and they are almost always over the dreaded baby gate that she puts up in the kitchen.  It really bothers me because I do not like to feel like I am boxed in.  It causes me great stress and anxiety.   I am LOADS better now because I have grown to tolerate the gate, but I still hate it.   Mom says that she needs to put it up when my ‘man-wraps’ are being washed or when she goes to the grocery store.   The need to protect her carpet and me from getting hurt outweigh my loathing for being put in a prison.   I do admit that I am being a little dramatic.  Mom fixes up the kitchen for me like I am some sort of Roman god.  I have food, cool water, and more comfy things to lay on than what  a dog should be allowed, but it doesn’t mean I have to think everything is sunshine and rainbows when I am stuck in there.  It’s not like it’s all day or anything.  Just a few hours tops.  Now, that I am thinking about it….maybe she has a point.  She just wants me safe and still have nice things in her house.   If the shoe was on the other paw, I would probably do the same thing.    Hmm…maybe I am being too unreasonable.    The jury is still out on that one.  I do think a truce is in order though.   I do act like I am in Alcatraz with no hope of escaping.  There is no need for it, but don’t tell her that.

Well, that felt good to get off my chest.  Take care of yourselves today.

Love, Winston

]]> http://thewinstonwagon.com/2009/06/25/the-dreaded-gate/feed/ 0 My name is Winston, and I have a bladder control problem. http://thewinstonwagon.com/2009/06/17/my-name-is-winston-and-i-have-a-bladder-control-problem/ http://thewinstonwagon.com/2009/06/17/my-name-is-winston-and-i-have-a-bladder-control-problem/#comments Wed, 17 Jun 2009 13:23:40 +0000 admin http://thewinstonwagon.com/?p=49 There.  I said it.  It’s out there.   It feels really good to admit that.   This sometimes happens when you have back issues.  You just can’t make it to the lawn in time.  I know it can be very frustrating for both owner and dog.   Believe me when I tell you this, but we dogs love to go outside. Well, I take that back The  exceptions would be  when it’s raining, snowing, or generally nasty out.  This is when I use to try to hold it for as long as I could.  Try as I might now, there is no holding it.  I remind myself of a really irritating cocker spaniel puppy when it happens.  Grrr.  My mom and I came up with a tolerable solution though.  I am now the proud owner of a ‘man-wrap’.  This is my mom’s word for a doggie diaper.   ‘Man-wrap’ sounds so much cooler.  It goes around my waist and mom lines it with 3 sanitary napkins to soak up whatever decides to spill out.   This way, we both win. I stay cleaner and so does my mom and dad’s house.  Phew!   There is one thing though that one has to remember about those.  The ‘man-wraps’ need to be changed or at least checked fairly regularly.  Mom is  militant about doing it every 4-5 hours or so.  If she doesn’t, I can get chafed.  Yow!  That’s not fun folks.   Not at all.

Winston, waiting to get walked in his wheelchair

Well, take care of yourselves today.  I am off to get walked.  My mom wants to tape it and show you guys.  Don’t tell her I said this, but she isn’t the brightest crayon in the box when it comes to techie stuff.

Bye for now,

Winston

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