Sunday morning and it's raining. I cheated and didn't go to church today because I wanted to curl up in a blanket and read the papers (3 have collected). However, my plans for a leisure morning were thwarted by one grey terrier with a horrific smell compounded by the wet weather.
Winston, our Biscuits terrier, and I had to take a shower together because his smell was so bad that I gagged. He's so patient with me and allowed us (it's a group effort) to lead him by the leash to the dreaded shower. Then, he shook and shook and used up 4 towels getting dry. I know his smell is the reason that whoever had him for 4 years took him to the pound. He's so sweet and wonderfully protective even though he butts me constantly trying to herd me. He is super smart and intuitive. He doesn't like our housekeeper, Jewell, however and barks for the entire time (4-5 hours) that she's in the house. I've often thought of writing the Montgomery paper and demanding to know why this unknown owner gave him up after having him 4 years!!! He loves our park walks and for the last couple of years, he watched each truck owner pull up and then made doubly sure that he wasn't his owner. I felt so badly for him and for a while wanted to help find his former owner. Not any more, he's ours and we love him, smell and all.
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Sweet, stinky Winston. I love you So much!;) Thanks for coming up yesterday to keep me and Anderson company.
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