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A greatly loved Gradyvillian passed away this morning Winston started life in a small apartment. His owner sensed Winston had a huge heart and a big personality which needed a really large world. That's when he came into Betsy Fausnaugh's life. What a joy it was to see him, unbound, as he 'took off across the pasture like a race horse bolting out of the starting gates at Churchill! . . . You knew in an instant that this was exactly how this dog needed to live his life.And live it he did.' He was a smart dog, protective of the children and family. And he shared his wisdom - and discipline - with each newcomer. He died this morning, but will 'forever be remembered as Fancyview Farm's top dog. By Betsy Fausnaugh A little known, yet greatly loved Gradyvillian passed away this morning. Winston, or Winnie, as his family and friends called him, had lived to the ripe old age of 17. That's pretty old for a dog of his size. Winnie was a beautiful Black Lab/Newfoundland mix. He had come into our family quite by accident. A friend of a friend had mentioned to me that there was a gorgeous Lab, locked up in a very small apartment all day near where he lived. The owner had finally decided that the dog deserved a better life than that and had been looking for a new home for Winston. For some reason, I have always had a knack for rescuing critters, or maybe they find me. Whichever it is, Winnie came to live on our small farm. Having never been able to run freely before, this great, black, hulk of a dog took off across the pasture like a race horse bolting out of the starting gates at Churchill! Round and round he ran until he was panting and slobbering everywhere. Finally, satisfied with his newfound freedom, he proceeded to throw himself down in the tall grass, rolling over and over to his heart;s content. You knew in an instant that this was exactly how this dog needed to live his life. Live he did. He was probably one of the smartest pups we have ever had. He could grab a tidbit of snack thrown his way, out of the air with deadly accuracy, never missing whatever delicacy was sent sailing his way. He knew, a doggy sign language of sorts. If you motioned with your hand in a certain way, he would give a loud bark. This proved to be very handy when trying to convince folks that he really could understand your questions, one bark for yes, two for no. Winnie was the family protector. He would lie in the yard when the kids were small and keep a keen eye out for any dangers that might be lurking, a job that he took very seriously even after the children were grown. Not much scared Winnie, but he never much cared for thunderstorms. He got the nick name "Thunderdog", because even in the confines of the basement, the minute he saw the flash of lightning he had to let out a series of barks to ward it off. He was a teacher to the other new pups which would come into our lives over the years. He was never mean to them, but when he had had enough of their puppy antics, he would set them straight with a nasty growl. His last student, was Bodie, a now eight month old Australian Shepherd. Bodie and Winnie lived in our basement at night. Bodie is crate trained and Winnie, because of his past history of confinement, was allowed to be free in the basement. Somehow, Winnie's blanket managed to get close enough to Bodie's kennel one night, that he proceeded to pull it into his pen and chew it up.The next morning I shamed him about chewing up the old man's blanket, little did I know that Winnie would get his own revenge later in the week. Three nights after the blanket incident, I kept hearing the puppy whining in the crate. I quietly tiptoed down the cellar stairs to see what the problem was. There, laying right next to Bodies crate, was Winnie, chomping loudly on a biscuit that he had nabbed from the biscuit box without permission. But, the lesson was there in plain sight....don't mess with me or my stuff, Kid. I am the No. 1 dog around here. So he was, and will forever be, remembered as Fancyview Farms top dog. - Betsy Fausnaugh This story was posted on 2011-08-30 12:56:52
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