The beach photo
Winston Goes to the Sea
Salt water, it turns out, tastes like betrayal. The seagulls feared him. He conquered exactly one (1) wave and then requested a towel and a quiet place to think.
The ongoing travel diary of a very important French Bulldog
A small dog with a big itinerary, photographed wherever the snacks are.
Twenty-seven adventures and counting. Most of them ended in a nap.
Winston's best portrait
The field notes
A small record of the places a very loved dog has been.
The beach photo
Salt water, it turns out, tastes like betrayal. The seagulls feared him. He conquered exactly one (1) wave and then requested a towel and a quiet place to think.
The mountain photoTechnically he was carried for the steep parts. He prefers the word "supervised."
The café photoHe does not drink coffee. He is simply moral support and a very good boy at brunch.
Grandma's porch photoThere is a sunbeam on this porch that is legally his. Treats arrive unprompted. Ten out of ten.
The vineyard photoRolling hills, a gentle breeze, and absolutely no grapes for him. He asked. Twice.
The market photoSo many ankles to greet. A man at stall twelve gave him a carrot. He is now the king.
The downtown photoBig buildings, bigger pigeons. Everyone said hello on the way past. As they should.
Cold. Bewildering. Faintly insulting. He bit it once to be sure, declared it "fine," and would, for the record, bite it again.
The snow photo
A portrait of the boss
About the management
He is a French Bulldog of strong opinions and short legs, and he runs this operation.
Winston believes the world is best experienced from a warm lap with a clear view of the snack situation. He snores at a volume that has been described as "structural." He has never met a sunbeam he didn't immediately claim, nor a stranger he didn't try to befriend. His hobbies include sighing, being carried, and arriving.
This gallery is his travel diary — a small record of the places a very loved dog has been, kept by the people lucky enough to take him there.