No, Winston, NO!!!!!

I am guessing that Winston is beginning to feel right at home here.  I have been very busy today with a to-do list that I need to stick to.  I am doing fine, but Winston has decided that today he is going to push the limits of my tolerance for cute!

I have mentioned before, and those of you who knew Molly, know that I let my dogs outside on a 25 foot lead that is attached to the foot of one of the stairs on my deck.  It gives them quite the radius to wander and walk.  On the left side, as you go out of the door I have the outside entrance to the basement, my lawn tractor and a leftover garbage can from a company I no longer use but who failed to come pick up the can.  There is also a red dump trailer that gets pulled behind the tractor for yard jobs.  If Winston goes over there, he gets all wrapped around one or more of them and sometimes gets himself unwrapped.  Sometimes, not so much.

I am working on stuff so I can be a better secretary for the Lions Club this coming year.  So, when Winston has done his begging thing today, I have trotted his little furry butt out on the lead and left him there.  A couple of times I found him sprawled out on the deck, enjoying the view.  The last time, I found this:

This is the corner by the steps to the deck, the entrance to the basement and where the wagon is parked.  He got wrapped around the post and the garbage can and this is as far as he could reach.  I have no idea how long he was digging, but the hole is actually fairly good sized and deep, for a small dog.

But how can you be angry at this face????

So, we come in from this event and I brought in a package from UPS.  I had ordered bungee cords for attaching a tarp to a canopy.  There were two packages each with a different length.  I may need them on Saturday.  I brought the small, plastic packages in and tossed them on the couch... Winston's couch ... and headed to the office to try to find a USB Hub as I needed to add some things to the living room computer.  While I am sorting through cords and plastic bags to find the parts and pieces I need, I hear sounds of digging and tearing in the living room.  I came out to see what was going on and found this:

Yes, that is Winston.  He has taken one of the packages, ripped it to shreds, spreading the bungees around and tearing at the plastic until it is in tiny shreds.  I am grateful, however, as he dumped one package on the floor, so at least one bag is intact.

This is the view I am getting now....... he wants something!!