Hey, Winston. Come here.
Yes?
You didn’t finish telling your story the other day. When you took over the blog and showed a picture of my foot. In a splint. With ice on it. In that blue towel.
Huh?
You’re supposed to finish telling the story.
But I said it wasn’t my fault. That’s about it.
Well, no, not really. The world doesn’t revolve around you my precious boy.
I’m not quite sure what that means, but as long as I’m in the clear, there’s not much else to tell. Besides, if it doesn’t have to do with me, then it doesn’t really matter. Right?
We’ll see what happens after I visit the orthopedic specialist tomorrow. Maybe you’ll have a new picture to post.
Why? Is your foot going somewhere? That’d be terrible because then I wouldn’t be able to bite your feet while I chase them. Because you’d be one less foot to bark at. That’d be just awful. I love doing that! But, remember, I didn’t make you hurt your foot. You did that all by yourself while I did what you told me. And watched. You told me to sit and stay. And that’s what I did.
Oh boy. You’ll get the hang of this story telling thing one day. Until then, you’d better stay away from my crutches.
Friends, seems like we’ve been here before. As some of you have pointed out.
Stay tuned. Winston will have to figure how to tell stories.
The Scottie Chronicles - Winston's World 
I can teach him. I tell great stories. They may not be true, but they’re great.
Oh my! Telling fibs? Well, OK. I guess.
I was hatched to be a politician.
We look forward to more of the story!
Stay tuned!
Hmmmm Peeptress – the older photos appear to be your left foot. Winston’s story with the crutches looks like the right foot. Are you playing games with us?? Is Winston afraid of the crutches when yo try to move about with them?? Oh dear me…. arroooo from all the Tedeschi’s
Bingo. Both feet. Both ankles. Broken. 1 year and a half apart. And I’ve had a bone density test!!!! Winston doesn’t know what to make of the crutches. Hopefully, they’ll be gone soon! ArrrOOOOOO to the Tedeshcis!
The world does not revolve around Scotties? My Girl would beg to differ.
I know, I know. Shhhhh…….
While reading this, Piper was behind me and snorting… Not sure who taught her to read…
oh, Winston…..remember who feeds you and gives you lovin’. Be careful!
THIS is what I’ve tried to tell him!
You have my sympathies, Peeptress, what a bummer! I can’t imagine what you’re feeling, but I hope you get some encouraging news from the specialist tomorrow. Maybe all this excitement is the cause of Winston’s ah…, well, attitude. Scotties, they’re like no other!
Hang in there, our fingers are crossed and we’re saying prayers.
Oh, I can so relate….shattered wrists 1 per year, sprianed ankles, etc, etc. all with the Scottie Jazzi, she loves to put balls in front of me, in back of me….anyplace to trip me up…..I think she is secretly trying to kill me! Love her anyway.
Uh-oh Winston. Sounds like someone is fixing to get told on. You gotta get your story out there first on the internet… cause you know what’s on the internet is the truth! Snorts and rolls with piggy laughter. XOXO – Bacon