Ladies and Gentlemen of the world: Meet Sir Winston (Buxton) of Crestline!!
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!)