We named our new Yorkie, (after much debate and searching through dog name books etc.) Winston. After Sir Winston Churchill.
Smart? Oh my God he was so smart. We'd say, go get your giraffe, and sure enough, out of ALL his toys (and he had boxes and boxes) he'd bring his giraffe. Or his rope, or his green ball. He was THAT smart. Paul's mom used to say "there's a little boy in there, if only he could talk".
Back in January, for the first time in years, he peed in the house. I immediately took him to the vet as I knew something was wrong. The doctor discovered bladder stones. She suggested we remove them as soon as possible so we scheduled surgery for the following Monday. In the meantime we had blood work done to insure there were no underlying problems before the surgery. We got a call on Sunday saying his kidney levels were so bad, they couldn't do the surgery. Dr. Letosky said he was working on only 20% of his kidneys and to keep an eye on him. So, he did really good for a month and a half. Wanted to play ball and catch all the time..
Whenever Paul came home, Winston would grab his favorite toy and run to him, knowing Paul would try to take it from him, and then the tug of war would begin. This video was in January right after we found out Winston had kidney failure...
Our little guy LOVED camping..
|Nothin' like lying in the dirt :)|
|He always knew which gifts under the tree were his. He just knew.|
He loved a good nap..
|Not only a good nap, loved his dad more than anyone!|
|Walking with grandma Dory.|
And we just LOVED him so much..