PAPI VS. WINSTON

Anyone who knows me knows that one of my great loves is my Yorkie, Winston.   I obtained Winston when he was so small he could fit in the palm of my hand.  As much as I loved him immediately, he and Papi got off to a rocky start.  It all started when Winston stole every pair of Papis insoles for his shoes.  I thought it was funny, but Papi claimed it was VERY INCONVENIENT to go to work without any insoles in his shoes.  I thought he should just get over it.  Winston looked sooo cute and happy stealing those insoles.  

Well, Winston and I became best of friends. He  was happiest whenever he was cuddled in my lap.  We were like peas and carrots.

Winston kept getting under Papis skin.  Papi swore the dog was making fun of him and was jealous of him with regard to me.  I thought Papi was being ridiculous.

Things really began to heat up when Papi realized that sometimes Winston went peepee in the house.  Papi wanted to punish Winston with a yell and a tap, but I couldn't let him do it.  All I could see was my angel.

Things haven't gotten much better over time, and now Papi and I are arguing about my baby Winston every day.  

Since Papi doesn't wait for me in the window and jump up and down with joy when I get home, I think Winston is going to win this war in the long run.