In September 1996 my brother’s dog Bigfoot passed away. He was devastated and drug me around to animal shelters. He was looking for another “Bigfoot” in the adult dogs so I suggested looking for a puppy. The very next day my vet’s office tells me about a litter of Rottweiler pups they just docked tails/removed dew claws on. I immediately called the lady and went out that day to see the last remaining pup who wasn’t spoken for.
September 30, 1996..that was the first time I held him in my hands. Born September 27, he was only 3 days old and just perfect! I gave the lady a deposit, signed a contract and told her if anyone backed out on any of the others to let me know. When I got home I called my brother and told him about the puppy. He seemed excited but over the coming weeks I kept asking when do you want to go meet your pup? He kept making excuses and finally said he wasn’t ready for another dog. Secretly this made me extremely happy since from the beginning I wanted that puppy and no one had backed out on another pup for him 🙂
I remember driving home with him in a box on the front seat. He was tiny and just adorable! When we got back home hubby came out and immediately fell in love with him to. Our dogs Timber and Lady took him under their paws and treated him like he was their pup. It took about a week to decide on a name. Hubby wanted to name him Winston Cup [not!] and we ended up deciding on Sir Winston Churchill.
Winston was just about a perfect pup. He house trained quickly but had one vice…buttons on furniture. He would get on our couch and pull the buttons off the tufting. I would put them back on and he’d pull them back off…we got a new furniture set with no buttons 🙂 Several years later I got a antique chaise to recover. It had those buttons and I left the room to get something, came back and Winston is standing there like he was in trouble. Wouldn’t you know one of the buttons had been slobbered on..lol
Winston always loved having his picture taken and he loved riding. He went just about everywhere with me. He always rode up front and would whine if hubby wouldn’t get in the backseat. No matter how well he knew someone if I wasn’t there and you came near the vehicle he would protect it. He was protective of me when he needed to be but was a big teddy bear when it came to kids. My nephews wrestled in the floor with him for hours and then curled together and took a nap. My niece used to say she was going to marry Winston when she grew up…everyone who met him loved him.
Winston loved all animals, he once scooped up a baby Blue Jay to keep it away from the other dogs. He brought it over and dropped it in my husbands hand. Till the jay was weaned he’d go in with me and lay and watch me feed him. When we released the jay for several days after that he would come sit on the fence and talk to Winston.
When Winston was about 7 yrs old I started working at a vet. He loved going on the weekends with me to care for the animals. I remember one time in the cat room as he going around saying hello to each kitty, Shrek this big tuxedo cat smacked him on the nose claws and all. Winston just looked at me with his big brown eyes as if to say “Why doesn’t he like me?”
By 9 years old Winston developed arthritis in his spine and back hips. We started him on Adequan injections. During one of our twice weekly trips to the vet for the initial injections someone put out a puppy in the highway in front of us. I stopped the car, grabbed the puppy and put her in between Winston’s legs. He adored her and eventually we decided he could adopt her 🙂
Winston with Savannah
Around the winter Winston was 10 we noticed his coat was changing colors. It was turning golden with black tips. The vet and a dermatologist could only come up with age it must be age related in some way.
September 27, 2007 Winston turned 11 yrs old. He had party at home complete with a cake.
We also rented a cabin at the beach since Winston loved to swim.
The beginning of December 2007 I noticed his urine had blood in it. The vet took a sample and started him on antibiotics. The sample failed to grow any bacteria in the lab so we went back in for x-rays. The x-rays showed nothing so an appointment was made at the specialist. All through Xmas I worried what they would find wrong with my special boy.
Winston didn’t act sick and had a wonderful time Xmas morning playing with the toys Santa Paws brought. Winston always loved Xmas 🙂
to be continued…………….