For those of you waiting for an update on Winston…this is it.
If you could care less about Winston…read anyway…I promise it’s funny.
So this weekend we visited Andrew’s family and friends in Pennsylvania. It was a ton of fun. I ate a lot of candy. That’s probably why it was so fun.
Anyway, part of the reason that we ventured north this weekend was to “test” the dog. I know that most of you are thinking that I’m stupid. “Why did you even send your dog away?” you say.
Because he is crazy. I know you don’t believe me but it’s true. Without threat of bodily harm, he is a maniac or a poster puppy for Cymbalta… but you never know which you’ll get. I love bipolar animals but that’s another post.
So this weekend we took our sweet little Clare and a ton of baby gear up to PA to see how Winston would react to her.
I don’t like when dogs sniff or lick baby’s heads. So I was nervous the entire time. We have zero pictures of the dog and Clare because I spent the whole time giving him the stink eye.
Clare…was fine. Didn’t even notice him. In fact, when Winston barked she didn’t flinch at all. It was only when I screamed at him for barking that she startled and woke up and started to scream.
Winston on the other hand was a nervous wreck.
Every time Clare let out a peep her would spring to his feet, ears perked up (something he only does when you say, “Treat?”) and would rush to wherever she was in the house.
“Why is that hairless rodent yelping?”
He followed me everywhere. EVERYWHERE. If I went upstairs to nurse in private he would trot along beside me and then wait outside the door until we were finished. If I had to bounce her and walk around the house he would race back and forth between my current position and the rest of the family as if to report that everything was under control.
“Are you sure you can handle this, Val?”
He really thought that she was his baby…(gender confusion after the snip-snip)…and must have thought it very strange that he was not allowed to clean her.
If anyone was holding Clare he would lay down beside them.
Over all, Winston did wonderfully. Granted he stepped on my feet about 10 times, ripped his winter coat off while we were gone and was eying Clare’s socks all weekend…but…still things went better than expected.
Next, we have a home test. We’ll see how well he fairs with that.
In other parts of my world: I just realized that I got toast crumbs all over Clare’s head. So much for multitasking (blogging, breakfast and baby rocking).