Winter was the first of our dogs I named. These photos were taken at the office terrace in September 2010, a couple of days after she showed up there. Later I was to identify her as a Corgi mix--short, powerful legs, elongated body, a passion for chasing anything that moves (or flies, especially), eyes so expressive sometimes I think she's half human.
She's got character; of all our dogs (until the puppies came), she's the only one who ever bit someone. She doesn't like strangers, she doesn't like the gardener, she doesn't like workers that come to fix the roof or an electrical line or a busted pipe or the cable. She doesn't like bicycles. She doesn't like children.
(Literally: I hold her face in both hands and explain why it's unacceptable for her to eat the others' food, or to bully another dog away from my petting hand, or bite the gardener. The effectiveness of these measures is subject for another post.)
Yes, Winter is better off here. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.