The Mysterious Tools of Karma
Everyone knows that I am an angel...world domination plans aside. So, it turns out that the dog that blinded me in my right eye actually saved my sight in my left. Confused?? I understand if you are, here is what happened: it turns out that I have an immune problem which has led my body to believe that something is wrong with my eyes, and this condition has probably been around since I was a puppy. My body's reaction was to flood my eyes with blood to protect them, but over time the blood would build up and detach my retinas, thereby blinding me. This takes time since the body is able to absorb and recycle a good amount of blood. So, the reason for the "freak accident" with the other dog was that my eyes were already bleeding and his contact with me created a full blown hemmorage that blinded my in my right eye, but led to me going to the dogtomitrist. The Dogtomitrist said that my "good eye" was in such bad shape when I came in that had the collision not occurred my parents would never have known anything was wrong and I would actually be blind in both eyes by now...that's how bad the damage was two weeks ago. Luckily, the steroids have put my body's natural reaction in check and probably saved my one eye, although we are not completely out of the woods yet. In conclusion, that dog that attacked me saved half my sight and may have been my reward for being a furry angel. By the way ladies- I will be on steroids the rest of my life, so very soon I will be a very buff pug!!! [Parents' note: Winston is actually going to probably become a very fat pug since the steroids have actually tripled his appettite, but everything else is true.] Once last thing, last Friday (August 24) was the 1st anniversary of my "forever-home day."

This is me with my good and bad eye. It turns out that my bad eye does not reflect the flash anymore it seems. My parents have theorized that this is because the retina is not where it is supposed to be.

I was the pick of the litter and this was me sitting in my other corral just moments before my parents took me home. Can you guess which one I am??? That's right!!! I am the rather chunky one in the middle with the collar.

This is me on my first ever car ride. My breeder kept me and my siblings in the corral so my first day home was the first time I experienced so many things, including grass and cars.

This is me getting as close as possible to my Mommy on the ride home. I was afraid that they might not want to keep me so I really sucked up to everyone. Luckily, they kept me.

As soon as I got home, I had lots of fun toys waiting for me. It's almost like my parents knew I was coming

This is my first stand up fighting with my tongue out and ear flipped picture that I know to be in existence. My Mommy likes my little tongue, My Daddy likes my flipped ear.

I also had a nice bed waiting for me. All the play was somewhat tiring.

But I was only home a few hours before I realized that I prefered the big bed.

Now, one year later, I still have lots of toys to play with, and now I am big enough to jump right in my toy box and play with all of them at once.

I also still love the big bed, and take up the majority of the room on it, along with at least two of the three pillows. That's right, my parent's bed has three pillows - one for Mommy, one for Daddy, and one for me.

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth