23rd December 2025
I think it’s only right that I tell my side of the story as I am the newest member of the family.
I am Winnie, I am a black Labrador mixed with an Australian skunk. The difference between an Australian skunk and a normal one is there is a white stripe down the back whereas mine’s down under. That was a joke that I told my brothers and sisters as we waited in death row at a shelter in Texas.
Fortunately we were rescued by an animal shelter in Fennville, who then tried to get people to adopt us.
It was a cold and miserable Thursday when these two humans turned up, my brother and I were carried out, and placed in a make shift arena. Along with the two humans came a rather aloof hound, who took no notice of me, she just walked away.
I thought the only way out of this place was to go into my super adorable mode. So then the lady human came over to us, I turned on the dopey eyes and looked super cute, and walked over to her.
This worked a charm, she fell for it, in no time I was being driven back to start a new life. Phoebe, the stuffed up bitch sat in the back seat ignoring me.
Once we had arrived they threw we into tub and doused me with warm water, they muttered something like “ smelt like a tramp” or words to that effect. I must admit it felt good, I just hope they don’t make a habit of it.
Then they let me run around, they had set out a cage in the spare bedroom, but there was no way I was going to sleep in that.
I decided I needed to mark my territory by having a wee, that was not popular, but I gave my cute look, and I think I got away with it.
I was given food and as much water to drink as I liked, this was useful as I had just emptied my bladder.
They tried to take me for a walk, they tied this strap to my new collar, I was not used to this, and I made it know by sitting down and refusing to walk. Therefore I finished up being carried most of the way back.
So it’s been a few days now, and I think I’m getting the hang of fitting in to the routine, I have got used to being carried outside every half an hour where the old human shouts “piss” or “poo”
I don’t have a clue what he’s saying.
Luckily I know where the door is, I just bypass him and wait to be let in.
I have taken over ownership of all the toys, they are a bit ragged, but as I only want to rip them to pieces I don’t mind.
There were two baskets that I have taken over, one was in the sunroom where Phoebe used to sit in front of the heater, the other was the old girls bed.
The only places that I cannot occupy are the bed and the sofa, but it won’t be long before I conquer them.
In the evening the lady human wants me to cuddle up to her, and that’s fine, it when she yells into my ear about being so tiny, I really have to grit my teeth.
Phoebe has started to be more friendly, maybe she has realised that you keep your friends close but your rivals closer.