Winslow is saddened to hear that his best puppyhood buddy Doc is battling bone cancer. Doc and Winslow spent many many happy hours romping in the schoolyard near our house. They were joined by Lucky the shepherd and Chester the lab and many others. Then of course Sasha joined Doc’s family and the schoolyard gang too. They all fetched balls and frisbees and got along very well. We all pray for Doc and Marge to have many more quality days together.
Here is Winslow relaxing on the couch, watching American Idol. He thinks its not so hot tonight, and while you are heading to the kitchen will you please bring me back a cracker with some peanut butter on it? Oh, and don’t dawdle.
And by the way why don’t those singers bring their dogs on the show instead of guitars, I think they would get more votes. Just stay here and keep scratching.
We had a lovely walk on Babloa Island this morning and Winslow met the delightful, delovely pup Murphy
Murphy was accompanied by her Human and demure cousin, Molly. Molly is a shy girl with other pups but loveable nevertheless.
She is being raised by a band of kindly and handsome pirates.
Well, Valentine’s day is gone and before we know it, St. Patrick’s Day will be here. The first thing I have to tell you is that March 17 was our dear Aunt Peggy’s Birthday. We always raise the first glass to her on St. Patrick’s Day, although she was born in Scotland. Now, Winslow is a Welshman and living with a bunch of Scots, but everyone likes to have a wee dram on St. Paddy’s day, and our Grandfather thought he was Irish, and we have some McHenry’s that go back to Antrim, and who doesn’t like to sing “When IRish Eyes are Smiling” even if we are tone deaf. We’ll miss hearing Teddy singing it this year.
So, in case you don’t know it by heart, or with out being full of green beer, here are the lyrics to
When Irish Eyes Are Smiling
There’s a tear in your eye,
And I’m wondering why,
For it never should be there at all.
With such pow’r in your smile,
Sure a stone you’d beguile,
So there’s never a teardrop should fall.
When your sweet lilting laughter’s
Like some fairy song,
And your eyes twinkle bright as can be;
You should laugh all the while
And all other times smile,
And now, smile a smile for me.
When Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, ’tis like the morn in Spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing.
When Irish hearts are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, they steal your heart away.
For your smile is a part
Of the love in your heart,
And it makes even sunshine more bright.
Like the linnet’s sweet song,
Crooning all the day long,
Comes your laughter and light.
For the springtime of life
Is the sweetest of all
There is ne’er a real care or regret;
And while springtime is ours
Throughout all of youth’s hours,
Let us smile each chance we get.
This being California, even in the dead of winter, one can never underestimate the benefits of finding a shady spot. Winslow is master of this, and finds it very effective to plop in a nice shady spot when his Mum is heading for the barn. This always works, since she can’t tell if his legs are sore or if he just wants to stop and enjoy the view and smells.
Winslow and his human went to Fashion Island earlier this week, and after the obligatory stop at the dog treat shoppe, they headed for Anthropologie. Winslow likes to hang there, and the shop girls are very sweet to him, but how could they resist his handsome face. There is always cool new table ware there that would make Winslow feel very stylish eating from.