“You’re in rare form.”
Those are words spoken often in our home and they only pertain to two potential outliers: Me or our psychotic dog, Winston.
A few years ago, I wouldn’t have described Winston that way. In his earlier days, he was only somewhat quirky. All that has changed with age. It’s a little hypocritical for me to label him so when the aging process has affected me also. I have added patch upon patch to my quilt of eccentricity in the past decade and my daughters truly fear the weaving process will accelerate until I’m living on one of their sofas in my t-shirt and underpants with applesauce perpetually dribbling down my chin. But I digress, this is about Winston.
Even in his state of mental disrepair, Winston is still capable of teaching us valuable lessons.
He teaches us persistence daily. The dog is incapable of making a decision but he is perfectly persistent in his indecisiveness. When you let him out, you will see him perched at the door literally seconds later begging to come back in. Once inside, he circles the den before standing beside the door with a look of desperation to go out. All of this in a span of 23 seconds. And it continues until he gets tired and falls asleep in a heap.
The poor old guy is getting fatty tumors all over his body. We had them checked at the vet and she said there wasn’t much to do, as long as he doesn’t disturb them. As if on cue, Winston found one too alluring to leave unmolested. It was… on his weenie, of course.
The whole situation was tense and uncomfortable to talk about. His weenie grew. At first, we tried to ignore it like we did when he was a young buck who might have had use for it. Oh, he was fixed, but that didn’t seem to always prevent his amorous attentions.
But this was different. It grew a big lump. This is also where the biggest life lesson Winston can teach comes in. Gather round children because we all need to get this one: We don’t bite our privates. Fortunately for most humans, inflexibility has taken care of this for us. But Winston caused himself a big problem, a surgery, and a vet bill inversely proportionate to his weenie’s new size.
I’ll spare you the visual evidence of his size reduction. In the immortal words of George Kastanza, “There was shrinkage!”
There were so many stitches, thus the name Frankenweenie, and Winston had to wear his donut for a long time to prevent further damage (remember his persistence). He didn’t like his donut and had no capacity to adapt his spatial awareness to compensate for his extra girth. He ran into everything. It was kinda funny, but also a little sad. Poor old guy.
And I’m finishing this post at 2:50 a.m. because his bladder seems to have shrunk along with his frankenweenie. I’m not one to disparage and old man needing nighttime relief – I’m over 50. But Winston… he gets distracted. Just now I found him under the deck eating the scraps from our grill. I’m not even sure he relieved himself – but wait, maybe he’s trying to teach me another lesson of some kind.
I have no clue what it might be, but… a burger sounds pretty good right about now.
14 thoughts on “Frankenweenie”
Poor Winston! He teaches us what a great writer you are! Lol. I read your writings a lot. And every one teaches me. I don’t always comment or LIKE cuzzzmy dumb phone makes me have to sign in with every LITTLE or comment I make for some annoying reason. But I always love your posts. And wanted to take the time to say it today. 😏
And even though I took the time to sign in…. it’s still not letting me LIKE. Grrrr! 🤷🏼♂️
I can’t comment or like anything except on the app anymore. I can never get logged in on my computer. Frustrating.
After I logged in that day, I tried to go back & Like your post & it still wouldn’t let me! Grrrr. Lol.
My actual laptop is out in my art studio so unless I’m out there working I use my phone 🤷🏼♂️
Hey I was able to comment on your comment just now. But this was in a totally different place. 🤪😏
Thank you. That made my day!
Some great writing here, Mark.
Absolutely loved that one. 🙂
Thanks, Greg. This dog is an enigma!
winston is a sage and teaches by example.
Surprisingly, he is.
Oh. My. God.
Poor wee pup!
His pup wee is doing good now. But he’s still a mess.
😀 We need critters like that in our lives!
Our Shih tzu, Chelsea, has the same fatty tumors, mark , but they’r eon her backside and she’s a girl, so her eccentricities are PG in nature, thankfully.
But Winston sounds pretty cool – most of the time.