Winston went to the vet yesterday and just a few minutes ago posted about the trip on his page here.
Don’t miss reading Sir Winston’s post today. It’s crucial.
I knew from the beginning Sir Winston of Crestline was a very special pup, but I had no idea he would be called into the ministry . . . First clue came when I found him with these in his mouth.
He has chosen the bottom shelf of a bookcase covered wall as his daytime den and sleeping place. The shelf is positioned beside a large chair I sit in when I’m working at the computer and had a few books on it with a large vacant area. He just took over. I moved the books so he has the whole shelf to himself . . . otherwise there would be no books left. He’s very studious it seems, and besides that he’s teething.
He conquered the four cement steps from the driveway yesterday and today. He was hesitating to come down, but I encouraged him, and here he came but on the last step got to going so fast he tumbled over and bonked his little head.
I’m eager for his vet appointment on Monday when he will receive his first puppy shots, for he’s at a high risk now for lots of things, and the nurse in the doctor’s office advised me to keep him in at our house. But we go so much . . .and when we went to a funeral last week, Rebecca “baby” sat him, and of course Winston met his cousin, whose name is Sir Maxwell. (Another titled, rather important dog!) Maxwell is a Snauser.
…and he’s met and played with Sarah who lives across the street. Sarah bounds up our driveway with Winston chasing right after her, his short legs chugging like a locomotive. He tires easily when he does that, though, and will plop down right in the street. (We live on a cul-de-sac with almost no traffic.)
Our delightful neighbor Bill lives next door. He walks into the woods every day, blows snow off his sidewalks on blizzardy days, is sharp-witted, as friendly as can be, and is 91 years old. Last week from our back deck, I lifted up Sir Winston and showed him to Bill who was out in his yard. He grinned . . . then yesterday came into our yard and down the steps to meet his newest neighbor who was frolicking with his master.
I didn’t notice the lesson as I snapped the picture, but as I processed it and saw Bill’s feet and his hands grasping my little pup, the understanding of the helplessness of Winston and to some extent the neediness of Bill occurred to me. Winston taught me another lesson, that of caring for those who have difficulty caring for themselves. Last week Bill hired a young boy to rake up leaves and acorns, and by the time he was finished he had more than a dozen large, black bags full of debris. Today was the day the huge trash trucks would come on our street. Led by the charge of my caring husband, a few men of the neighborhood grabbed up those bulky, heavy bags and set them out for Bill. Too many for the collectors to take, so Jerry put some bags with our trash, Ken put some with his, Mary some with hers, as did also Kerry.
A nation–a people–are known by the care they give to those who cannot care for themselves.
Winston adds his greetings.
In addition to church organization compassion and relief sites, the following are programs have been set up to aid the desperate people of the Philippines. Taken from Fox News. Photograph by Reuters
Visit these links to learn how to help victims of the deadly typhoon in the Philippines:
The World Food Program is working to bring food to refugees around the world and people facing hardship due to natural disasters. The organization is mobilizing quickly to reach those in need in the Philippines, according to its website, and donations will help provide emergency food assistance to families and children in the area devastated by a typhoon.
The Philippine Red Cross (PRC) has deployed assessment, rescue and relief teams to evaluate the damage from the typhoon and to support rescue efforts.
The American Red Cross, which responds to about 70,000 natural and man-made disaster each year, is accepting donations to help people affected by the Pacific typhoon, according to its website. Donations can be made in honor of or in memory of an individual.
AmeriCares is a non-profit emergency response and global health organization. In a statement on its website, AmeriCares says it delivers medical and humanitarian aid to people in need worldwide in times of epic disaster or daily struggle.
The Salvation Army is accepting donations specifically for Typhoon Haiyan. According to a Salvation Army statement, cash donations allow disaster responders to immediately meet the specific needs of disaster survivors without incurring many of the costs associated with sorting, packing, transporting and distributing donated goods. The relief services are funded entirely by donors and the Salvation Army says it uses 100 percent of all disaster donations to support disaster relief operations.
Mercy Corps is deploying emergency responders to the Philippines and will be working with partners on the ground to meet the urgent humanitarian needs of survivors, the organization says on its website. Mercy Corps says donations will help survivors meet their basic needs and begin rebuilding after the typhoon.
The International Rescue Committee (IRC) has dispatched an emergency team to the Philippines to respond to basic safe water, hygiene and sanitation needs. The IRC plans to expand its response as determined by needs on the ground.
The group of Islands called The Philippines is dear to my heart. Several years ago Jerry and I joined with others to minister in Cebu City and in Manilla, and those beautiful people won our hearts. While Jerry was in rehab after his terrible accident, the majority of his nurses were Phillipinos . . . and we came to love them deeply. Now, again–just weeks after a 7.2 earthquake–the islands have been struck with a major disaster. The AP reports: “ALL SYSTEMS ARE DOWN’: Death, destruction after Philippines typhoon.
OFFICIALS IN THE Philippines say that as many as 10,000 people may be dead in Tacloban, above, while 300 are confirmed dead on another island after one of the strongest storms in history swept through the archipelago.”
I am acquainted with Apostolic ministers and saints in both the UPCI and the WPF, and today I grieve for these people. One of my sons, Steve Buxton, does extensive church work on the island of Bohol. Please join with me in concerted prayer for all those who are suffering this Sunday morning. The Red Cross and other such organizations are making appeals for help today.
In this day of instant communication, the world is small, and so quickly we learn of the plight of our fellows. Of one blood are we all made. These are my brothers who at this moment suffer. I care, and I’m sure you do also.
Photo from AP
Mistress was disappointed in me last night–I could tell. Well, what’s a fella to do? I had been sleeping in my kennel since about 8:00, when at 10:30, I awoke with the need to pee . . . read the rest in my latest post: http://writenow.wordpress.com/sir-winston-and-i/
"Trunk or treat," I kept hearing of, and reading about, and wondering what in the world it was, until finally I read in a local on-line column where someone corrected a person for using the phrase, "Trunk or treat."
"It's not Trunk or Treat, you know. It's Trick or Treat."
The reply came quickly:
"No, it's called Trunk or Treat. People bring their cars, SUV's station wagons, and open up the back and the kids go from vehicle to vehicle.
I’ve told you before how gracious and generous are the Pastor Robert Allen family, but their generosity almost excelled itself when Sister Allen said to Chloe, “Would you like one of the Shih Tzu pups?” I wasn’t there when they had the conversation, but a few hours later I learned of the potential gift when I too was offered one of the little dogs.
“You’re giving me one of the puppies?” I asked.
“Yes, we often give one to our friends who are in ministry.”
That night I met Sir Winston and Milo . . . and my life has forever changed, for how could I look into such a face, and say, “No, thank you.”
Chloe called her dad for permission. Her dad said, “Yes, but we’ll keep it a secret from your mom,” thus arose the need to delay the earth-shattering news. She picked Milo, a tiny little fella with a beautiful white face.
It was Friday night when we met the pups, and Jerry had said yes, I could have the remaining puppy. I hesitated for all the reasons I’ve mentioned previously.. . . but when we pulled away from Tucson we had two beautiful pups in a big cardboard box and were on our way to Lake Havasu where Mike and Mel were preparing dinner for us. Chloe and I had plans. We stopped at a WalMart the other side of Phoenix for we had to lay in supplies for our babies. Jerry kept Sir Winston in the car: Chloe tucked Milo in her purse and nearly caused a riot in the pet section when several people spotted him, called their relatives to see, and even had their picture taken with him. (We’ve learned since that we shouldn’t take them out in public yet, for they are too young for their shots, and they might pick up a disease.)
Chloe and I hid our pups behind our backs when we arrived at Mike’s, said, “1, 2, 3″ and then popped out Milo and Sir Winston. Mike grinned . . . laughed . . . and called Melina to come see. We had bought puppy shampoo, so before dinner Chloe and I gave our babies their first bath.
Jerry had preached in Lake Havasu Sunday, we drove home Monday, and by Tuesday afternoon, we had arrived in San Diego, and all the family had been introduced to Sir Winston and Milo. Shawnna was totally surprised, but excited.
From everything I’ve read and with conversations with other puppy owners, I’ve come to think Sir Winston is an exceptional dog. Excuse me while I brag.
1. Yesterday at Pet’s Mart, I bought a kennel for him. With no difficulty at all, he slept in it last night, by the side of our bed. He had his last potty trip at 10;00 . . . and slept without a sound until 5:00 am!
2. He almost never whines . . .
3. When I take him to the back deck, he immediately pees, but to finish his job, he wants to run around and sniff here and there. Our deck is one story high with open sides, and every day he walks a little faster, and I’m afraid he’s going to fall off the deck. So, today, Jerry and I made him a private bathroom. He does not like puppy papers, rather prefers the outdoors. To accommodate both his needs and his wishes, his area has many leaves, dirt, and other plants. I’ll probably put a paper out there, to help him get used to it for the days when freezing rain is falling and he will be forced to such a lowly thing! (He’s just much too elegant for plastic puppy papers; rather he needs a portion of God’s green, cool earth.:) )
Early this morning, Sir Winston got lost. I had been playing with him for about an hour, could tell he was tired and was probably ready for a nap. I worked on my computer for a few minutes, then looked around for him, and he was gone. Gone! I mean. I called, looked under chairs, couches, in the bathrooms, under beds . . . calling all the time. I could not find him. I even went outside, called there. Nothing. Finally I went to the bedroom where Jerry was still asleep. “You didn’t come in here and get Winston, did you?”
“No,” he said as he roused and began to dress.
Sir Winston likes to sleep under my green chair in the dining room. I had looked carefully under there, had even run my hands around on the floor to feel for him. Nothing. Now, I retraced my steps, and decided to move the chair completely out. There. There on the bottom shelf of the bookcase, tucked way far back, he was curled fast asleep.
“You little rascal,” I said as I gathered him up. I took him to Jerry and said, “Winston has been a bad boy.”
I said that two or three times as Jerry was rubbing the thick black and white coat of little Sir Winston, then Jerry quietly said, “Shirley, you’ve scolded him enough.” I smiled inside.
The last time a puppy lived in our home was when Andrew was still in school, and through out our retirement years we have said, “No, we don’t need a dog, travel too much, cold weather here, expensive…etc. . . . Then into my presence, cast before my eyes was this vision of a pup . . and I caught my breath, and I immediately fell in love. So when we pulled away from the beautiful home of the Bob Allen family in Tucson, heading toward California, I was in possession of this magnificent Shih Tzu puppy.
Sir Winston (by the way, as we traveled in the car I cogitated concerning the appropriate name for such a gem of perfection, and as I communicated with the subject of the puzzle, trying this name and that, he somehow let me know that, “Yes, Sir Winston is my name.”
“That’s your name, isn’t it?” I inquired again . . .and he gazed straight into my heart by way of his round glossy eyes, and said, “You got it! My name is Winston!”
Oh, what I started to say is that Winston has a little brother . . . and the little brother is how this all started, but I’ll have to tell you the whole story later, for people are waiting to hear . . .and the little brother is now named Milo, and he belongs to Chloe our granddaughter who was with us in Tucson, and here she is meeting and falling in love with him.
On Saturday, Mike and Mel met Sir Winston. Today, before we made the announcement public, we drove by Rebecca’s, Steve’s, and of course Andrew’s, where we took Chloe home. They’ve all met the new member of the family.
I believe I felt the earth move. For sure I know things have moved around in the Buxton home in Crestline. We have papers on the floor, a box with soft towels, a basket with soft towels, puppy shampoo, Purina Puppy Chow, a purple chew toy, a red bow tie collar (that is too big, so I’ll show you later), a little water bowl, and a puppy food bowl. And snuggled up at this moment in front of the blazing fire in our living room is Sir Winston (Buxton) of Crestline. He is six weeks old and weighs 32 ounces. I’m in love. (Don’t tell anybody, but at the moment I hear Pappy talking baby talk to Sir Winston. He tries to be an old meanie about little dogs, but I know the truth: He is in love too!)