HEAR YE, HEAR YE, SAYETH WINSTON LEONARD SPENCER-CHURCHILL! But folks here at the laid back compound of Ahimsa just call me plain ol’ Sir Winston. So named because when I have a round, brown chewie in my mouth, the resemblance to Prime Minister Churchill is simply uncanny. I say, old chap! Ta Ta and all that.
Before arriving here at the Queen of Muldrow’s stone castle, I suffered a lot of aggro. Why, barmy, I walked the streets looking for salvation from the heat and searching for comfort and kindness. It was a beastly journey. Blimey, twas!
Mama Teresa spied me and cried: Sir Winston! Welcome to our humble abode. I am round like Churchill; I have pudgy cheeks like Churchill. I am muscular and hefty like Churchill. You say I’m cheeky for comparing myself to Sir Winston? I think not. Mama T says I get along with: old dogs, young dogs, little dogs, big dogs, people, and even some cats who roam around the compound. She’s quite taken with me. Makes me pretty chuffed, don’t ya know.
I am a cracking fine example of my breed—strong but gentle, handsome but humble, playful but kind to all. The curly gray haired poodle says I’m dishy. If you scan my picture carefully, I hope you will agree I’m a bit jammy. Jolly Jammy. I am a rare adoption opportunity. My adoption fee is just a few quid. Eventually you will vow I am worth a million of them.
I’m trying my best to learn to speak “American.” But my Brit background keeps cropping up. I do hope you go all squidgy over me. Mama T loves me. Nuff said. “He’s a good boy. A very good boy,” she says Not a twit. But a brave and noble boy who has the perfect name: Winston.
I’m totally knackered from writing this story. But it’s all true....most of it anyway. The part about being a handsome very, very good boy is very true.
Lord of Leisure, Duke of Ahimsa, Prince of Muldrow. Sir Winston
approx. DOB: 09-01-2010
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