As it turns out, Winston’s a grazer. He’ll nibble. Stop. Walk around. Gobble. Stop. Walk around. Go chew a toy in the other room. Come back and graze.
A grazer. I’ve never had one before.
“What’s a grazer?”
Oh! Winston! Geez. You scared me little man.
“Like when I come up behind you and put my nose on your leg?”
Yes. Exactly. You scare me a lot. When I don’t know you’re there. Hey, you’re also good at tripping me up.
“What’s tripping? What does that mean?”
That’s when you get under my feet. And I don’t know you’re there and I almost take a fall to avoid stepping on you. Like I did the other day and almost broke my arm.
“You mean like this…..?”
YIKES!!!!!!! Whoaaaa there little fella! STOP IT!
“But I like your feet. Especially when you’re wearing those things. What are they?”
You mean shoes? They cover my feet. To keep them clean. To protect them. And sometimes, to help make your Peepstress look flawless. A good shoe is hard to come by.
“What’s a Peepstress?”
There you have it: life with Winston. The grazer. The tripper-upper. The foot biter. The puppy.
Life is good.
I don’t know how I’m going to explain what a Peepstress is.