So, it’s been kind of quiet since the Winston club expanded earlier this year. Mom and Dad sleep all the time now and keep talking about how old they are. Adding another Winston is apparently exhausting. And they’re not old. I’m barely old.
I have, however, begun to see signs of life. They seem to really get excited when that loud sound of lots of people yelling is on the TV. It hurts my ears, especially when they are yelling about water rolling in. I don’t even understand why they are worried about the tide? The sea must be miles from here? And I have yet to see any cougars or tigers anywhere about?
Anyway, I hear talk that my favorite hooman of all, Marin Eloise, is coming to these parts today with my Tiffany and Keegan. I mean, I love Mom the best of course, but how can anyone resist Marin? Here’s a picture of me and my Marin:
Mom says I make an excellent pillow, but really she makes an excellent blanket. Like her Mom.
I’m sure that I might have to put up with that Hank the Interloper but the older I get, the less it bothers me. If he’d only stay off my lawn!
Dad keeps cheering “Eat Em Up” and that is a cheer I can get behind. Now, if there was just more food!
The Win Man!