Last week my family went out of town so we volunteered to keep their dog Winston. Luke was in heaven. He spent every spare minute outside and had to take about three baths a day because he was always muddy. Winston is a really good dog and very sweet to Luke. I would go out and call to the two of them and they would always come running around the side of the house together. They liked to hide under the deck or behind the bushes when it was really hot.
One day Luke decided they were going to be workers. He got on his cowboy boots and hat to work in the yard with Winston. He spent the entire day digging a hole in the flower beds. Poor Winston was so hot and kept trying to lay down in the hole but Luke would kick him out. Winston probably gained ten pounds while he was here. Luke was sure he needed to be fed nonstop.
Luke was not happy about Winston going home. When I told him that Papa and Grammie were on their way home from Yellowstone he called them right back to inform them that Papa doesn't have a dog named Winston anymore. The next day we were at Costco and Luke asked a lady if she was mad. The lady told him that she wasn't mad and asked if he was mad. He said, "Yes, I'm mad because Papa is at my house taking my Winston puppy." Hopefully at some point we can convince daddy to let Luke have a dog, until then we will have to keep babysitting Winston!


























