The Boys

Today I want to give a shout out to all the fur-babies who bring us so much joy and give us unconditional love.

My boys, Winston and Churchill, make me laugh out loud at least once a day. It’s either Winston who loves to bark until someone gives him the attention he wants or it’s Churchill prancing around, giving a show with his ability to throw and catch his toys all on his own–no need for human help. They both greet us with dances and barks each time we come in the door, even if we’ve only been gone fifteen minutes.

Not only do they make me laugh, but they warm my heart when I need it the most. Their ability to know when I’m not feeling good, sad, or just having an off day never seizes to amaze me. They snuggle up next to me at just the right moments, and make me smile, even when I don’t think it’s possible to do so.

WINSTON

WINSTON

Winston has been by my side for fourteen years and has gotten me through a lot of tough times and sat in the front seat of my car for many moves. But, no doubt, has made all the good times even better. Since he’s older, he doesn’t play all that much, but he sure can race to the door when it’s potty time, giving Churchill a little competition. He sleeps a lot, which includes a lot of snoring. He’s deaf, so communication has turned into doggie sign language, which he understands without issue. He gives sweet sugar, but without fail, always manages to get one lick up the nose. He loves the wind. He’ll stand in the same spot for as long as you let him with his nose in the air, feeling the wind run through his hair. The other thing that brings Winston pure joy and happiness–his daddy! His personality is full-on when Chris walks in the door. He won’t leave his side and whines when he’s not in the room. Winston doesn’t get his feelings hurt too easily. I can point at him for doing something I don’t like, and he’ll stop doing it, but won’t care at all that he got in trouble. He’s always care-free and in his own little world. Because of his age, and Cushing’s disease, he grunts, groans, and pants quite a bit, but still has a lot of feistiness left in him, which makes me happy to see.

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Churchill

We got Churchill right after we got married, so we’ve had him for almost eight years. He’s our show dog. His prance, no doubt, could win a competition. He flings out his paws and sways his backend with precision. He’s a competitive little boy–he has to be the first up the stairs, the first in the door, and the first to the treat bowl. But, strangely, he doesn’t like to be given the first treat. He likes for Winston to get his first, then he likes for me to throw his in the air so he can catch it. If I throw the first one at him, he’ll just stare at it as it hits the floor. The second one, he catches without fail. As I pointed out earlier, he’ll play and play and play and play without much assistance from anyone. He likes for us to throw the ball, but he’ll run around throwing it up in the air and catching it all on his own. Churchill is also our sensitive little boy. If I fuss at him, he’ll tuck his tail, go the bedroom, curl up on the bed, and pout. He shakes at any odd sound. Seriously, it could be a click or a beep on the TV or as strong as thunder–either one will make him shake like a leaf. His best role? He’s a good big brother. Winston uses him as his ears. If Churchill responds to a sound outside or to us asking them if it’s time to go potty, Winston is right at his side. He’s a sweet, sweet boy, who gives the best snuggles.

To sum it up. I love my boys with all my heart. I cherish the joy they bring to my life–the smiles, the laughs, and yes, the tears (when they’re sick and not feeling well). They are gifts who enrich my life.

“Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole.” — Roger Caras

I think that quote works for any pet, not just dogs.

So, lets give our pets some extra lovin’ and maybe an extra treat or two today. Let’s whisper “thank you” in their little (or big) ears for bringing so much happiness to our lives.

Churchill looking up at Winston

Churchill looking up at Winston

Until next time…

Everyday meditation:

Love life. Be Kind. Be genuine. Eliminate the negative, false, and vain. Peace, love, and happiness to all. 

4 Comments

Filed under January 2011

4 responses to “The Boys

  1. I so enjoyed your post about your boys. You may consider this fair praise from a cat person. Loving a cat means I understand your love for your dogs, for both bring us the same joy and companionship.

  2. popthompson

    I have always enjoyed our pets. They always became “your” dog! Poco was the first one that was truly special. He was always with you. He could always be found mixed in with your stuffed animals. Then later on in life along comes Winston. He was always able to get you to smile, even on your worse days.He is the first dog I have seen that I believe is honestly loved. Then along came Churchill. They are the perfect combo. To see Churchy go back to get Winston’s attention to go outside when Winston is unaware…..HEY COME ON! HURRY HURRY! WAKE UP! DO YOU SEE ME, I’M SCREAMING HERE, COME ON!! They both know when you need them, and I’m thankful you have them. Ollie is still training me, but I’m learning!

  3. Wonderful post! So true—- couldn’t imagine my life without my pups 🙂

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