The Scottie Chronicles – Winston's World

I had a wish today that all would be well when I went to the Dogtor and it wouldn’t be hell. And what to my wondering ears should I hear, but that I’m perfect from ear to ear.

The scales don’t lie. Unless they do. But The Peepstress can rest easy that I’m thin through and through.

Well, maybe not exactly thin. But sort of. Kind of.

22.6 lbs sounds good to me. How about you?

Winston, don’t get cocky little man.

Why, whatever do you mean Peepstress?

You’re still at the top of the breed standard.

Well, I’m just built this way. And I need a haircut.

You’re right about that. We’ll take care of that this weekend.

Oh boy. A more beautiful me you’ll never see.

I remember when this harness fit me pretty well. Yikes! Going to get weighed at the Dogtor next week. Ugh.

Seems like it was just last year. But here we are another year older. Well, not really. I won’t be three until May, but I feel older now.

Especially since I’m now sleeping in the big bed with my 2-legged ones.

How’s that for a new year’s present?

Guess I’m growing up and getting to like being with these folks.

How’s your 2020 so far.