My favorite puppy is Winston. It's true. I admitted it five years ago & I'll say it again now. He's the beagle that made me fall in love with beagles. The other two beagles we had previously are my wife's dogs. George was my wife's before she & I met. Ringo is still more attached to her, to the point that, sure, he's happy to see me when I come home, but he still runs to the door to wait for her, & he cries out when she's not here.
But Winston, though he still loves his mom more than me, he touched my heart in a way that surprised me. Before him, I thought I was a cat person, or at least leaned toward cats. Winston made the balance equal in my heart. He was so small, he had an affliction (described in the previously linked post), he needed more love & attention, & also he demanded that.
As he's gotten older, he's grayed more than his brothers, but he's still as scrappy as ever, despite back problem, gut problems, teeth problems, & weakened back legs. He's nigh unstoppable.
The other night he was in bed between me & the wife, & he got up, as he does, to go find somewhere else to sleep. It always breaks my heart when any of the animals do that, but instead of tumbling off the bed, he came up next to me, turned a couple of times, & made a huffing noise, & plopped under my arm. You cannot imagine how happy that made me.
The next night, of course, he slept in the living room.
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