French Bull-Dozing

Oh yeah, I’m Winston. Winston, the puppy. Go me, go me, go meee – oh! Sorry! I didn’t see you there. Wednesday has snuck up on us again I see. I bet you’re back for your update on my fur-tastic life. No matter – I shall finish my awesome dance party later. If there’s one thing this puppy knows how to do, it’s throw my tail back.

Anywho. This past week has been another one for the books. I feel like I’m really starting to come into my own. All my aunties at the office keep fussing over me and telling me I’ve gotten so big. I love the attention, but they really shouldn’t act so surprised. I know I have the heart of a fierce wolf.

I’ve also gotten much better at a concept the humans call “fetch.” It sort of happened by mistake. The humans got so excited when they threw a toy and I brought it back to them, so I couldn’t help but do it over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. What can I say – I’m a people pleaser.

The most important change that’s happened, though, is that I have found an affinity for napping. Now, I know what you must be thinking – you’re a puppy, you need to be playing and going on walks and learning to sit and making desperate attempts not to poop in the middle of the kitchen. That’s great and all, but napping? Oh, that’s where it’s at. I can nap anywhere- in my crate, on the floor, on a couch.

My favorite place to nap by far, though, is a human lap. When my aunties scoop me up and sit me on their lap while they work I can’t help but want to stretch out and relax. I bury my head in their shirts – their scents are so comforting – and let them lightly stroke my back until I fall right asleep. Gosh, just thinking about it is making me feel tired.

I always have the best dreams when I sit with my aunties. Sometimes I’m chasing cats, while other times I’m fiercely defending my humans from terrifying beasts like shadows and thunderstorms. I’ve overheard my aunties say I make adorable little grunting sounds when I sleep. I’m adamant that I don’t snore though! Those are simply my ferocious growls.

Well, it’s about time for me to get back to my dance party. I hope you all have a paw-some week and remember to keep that tail wagging!

I love you all!

-Winston