05/05/2026
Watching our babies age is one of life’s greatest gifts, yet one of life’s greatest tragedies too 🥲❤️
My Winnie, Winnie the Witch. She encompasses the meaning of character. Beautiful and bold, and now nearly 10 years old. I was her 5th home by the time she was 1, and I just don’t know how, because she is utterly perfect.
She is the undisputed boss of this house, always has been, always will be. She ruled over my soft gentle Klauski and he very much toed her bossy line, she keeps Baby in check through nothing but brute aggression, and somehow has Rupert soul-bonded to her side. She is my alarm system, my fierce little protector, the one who makes sure I never feel alone for a single second.
And she is fun. Genuinely, endlessly fun. The kind of dog who makes you laugh every single day without even trying, full of drama, full of life, and completely convinced she is the most important person in any room. She absolutely is.
My stunning black beauty now threaded with the most gorgeous sparkling silver, she wears her age like jewellery.
She will undoubtedly kick off at every dog she passes in the park, no exceptions, no negotiations, yet the moment a child or a baby reaches out to her, she becomes the gentlest, softest soul you’ve ever seen.
Loud and opinionated with her own kind, yet gentle and tender with people.
She is completely devoted to showing me unconditional love and I am beyond grateful to have shared so many years with her. Here’s to you, my girl. 🖤✨