The Winston Wagon » stubborn dog

No excuses people!

admin — Mon, 14 Sep 2009 16:24:41 +0000

Everywhere I go it seems like people are amazed by my fortitude. They just can’t seem to believe how well I soldier on with my wheelchair. I hear, “Look at him go!” all the time. Why shouldn’t I go? Why should I stop loving the things that I love to do. Going out and meeting people and living life is the best. So what if I have a chair? So what if I can’t walk on all four legs anymore? Big deal! Some dogs don’t live to be my age. Some dogs are perfectly healthy and aren’t allowed to do what I do. I am not going to stop. There are no excuses to let something as simple as not being able to walk keep me down. Remember that for yourself. It might be a bad relationship, a crummy job, being broke, unlucky in love, or not fitting into the right pants or dress size that you would like that hinders you. Stop making excuses! Live life! Don’t feel that the situation that you are in is permanent. Look at me. We thought that I would never be able to go for a walk again. My wheels have helped me tremendously. My wish for you is that you find something that will help you overcome your obstacle. The answer isn’t always obvious but it is always there.

Take care everyone,

Winston

Top of the mornin’ to ya!

admin — Mon, 10 Aug 2009 17:38:21 +0000

Vulcan mind meld and other basset powers

admin — Tue, 28 Jul 2009 15:21:03 +0000

Do you ever think you had superhero powers? I do. I can make things happen with just the tone of my howl. It’s amazing how people respond. When I am upset, I do the ” low and mournful” variety. When I am happy, I do the “neverending-because-this-is-too-much-fun” variety. I admit that I use these superhero powers to my advantage. I can make my mom stop watch she’s doing and sit on the floor with me and sub my ears or I can annoy her to no end when I want to go for a walk. I can also make my buddy Ben give up his bone when I get on a roll. It’s a gift that I was just born with and have perfected it over the years and now I am reaping the rewards. Some people would call me a stubborn, spoiled brat. I just call it making the best of a situation.

Make the best of your life. Don’t let anything hold you back. I certainly don’t. Being in a chair can be annoying at times but I don’t let that stop my voice from being heard.

Take care of yourselves.

Love, Winston.

Me outside our cabin in Maine

Winston and the bone

admin — Tue, 21 Jul 2009 20:37:08 +0000

Uh oh…Ben’s in trouble.

admin — Sun, 12 Jul 2009 20:46:38 +0000

I swear guy dog is like a goat. He is so bad about eating socks and underwear or anything that has a human scent on it. My mom got a phonecall from Nana. Nana said that Benny has eaten the toes off of three socks and destroyed a pair of bloomers. Can you believe that guy? He gives us all a bad name. We’ve talked about his goat issues. He says he gets terribly bored so he finds something to chew on to amuse himself. He can also open doors too. My mom gets frustrated with him because here she is taking all of these precautions and then boom….another sock bites the dust. Walking helps because it wears him out. After a good exercise session, Ben can do only one thing and that is sleep. Thank God!

Ok kids. We’re off to get some lobster. None for me though. I get to go with my family and sniff around the dock. It’s lots of fun.

Take care of yourselves.

Love, Winston

The dreaded gate part 2

admin — Sat, 27 Jun 2009 01:54:00 +0000

As you can see, I wasn’t kidding about the gate.

The dreaded gate

admin — Thu, 25 Jun 2009 18:10:41 +0000

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

Me and my wheels

admin — Mon, 08 Jun 2009 19:57:11 +0000

Since my last post was all about me talking about my story of how I became such a special dog with special needs, I thought it would be a good time to show you what my wheels look like. They are pretty terrific. I try to take them for a spin as often as I can. Lately, it’s been raining cats and dogs out so I’ve had to stay inside. Hopefully, this weekend will be a lot nicer. Wishful thinking but I am all about being positive.

I am howling at my mom in this photo. She wanted me to go in the backyard after my walk with my buddy Ben, but I didn’t want to. I protest a lot when I don’t get my way. I don’t mean to put up a fuss, but I am very stubborn. I think that it comes from my dad’s side of the family. Well, enough about that. What do you think of my wheels? I like them. I finally got the hang of it. I can even back up and change direction now when I have them on. It’s pretty awesome.

Well, I have to go. My mom is about ready to go to work. Take care everyone.

Love, Winston.