re: #125 KenJen

When you teach Winston to fetch a beer from the fridge for you, you can call him a service dog.

I was sitting on the porch watching Winston tonight playing in the front yard chasing falling leaves and almost getting knocked on the head by falling walnuts… The look on his face! He’d run over and look like he is saying ‘Did you see that Pops? Damn thing almost hit me!’
And run back to play…