These are my Wrigleyville Boys. They may look innocent, but these guys can be ruff n'tuff. Their names are fitting. Much like Abraham Lincoln and Winston Churchill, they are smart, loyal, and loved by many. When I first met these fellas, I had to walk them separately. They are strong and I needed to build that trust with them—also similar to my relationship with Honest Abe and Churchill (long story) . Now, I walk them together and they are very obidient. They listen to my whistles and respect my "authorita" (said in traditional Cartman voice). It's quite empowering being able to summon the loyalty of two great world leaders, separated by years, nationality, temperament, and body shape. Well ya know, in canine form at least.
This is Winston. He is a capital "D" Diva and I love him for it. Despite his broad shoulders, muscled up haunches, and microwave oven–sized head, he is a total softie. Momma's boy for sure. Winston always has a smile on. He brings me such joy when I walk through the front door. Winston's energy level is intense, and like Winston Churchill, he does have a strong opinion on politics, war, and helps inspire change into people's ideas of what it means to be a pit bull. We've had many a conversation lasting late into the night, over glasses of sherry and Cuban cigars. A jolly chap to be sure.
The guy up there with the tiger stripes is Lincoln. Lincoln is the world's biggest baby. Even when he is happy, he looks sad. He is such a ham. I also want his coat in faux-fur. I want, more deeply than I've ever wanted anything before, to be twinning out with him on our walks. See example below:
These boys have taught me a lot about patience and tolerance. They like to wrestle a lot, which can be tough to handle since they both weigh as much as a husky middle schooler. But ya know, they smell better and are a bit quicker on the uptake. Also, like many of their canine peers, sometimes they tear up things when nobody's home. Shoes, papers, books; you know the deal. You always know when they've done something wrong. They are excited to see you, but are hesitant to come in for the petting sesh. Tails firmly placed between their legs, but wagging like mad. Classic!
What can I say? These pitties make me look like a baller! 🤘 Love walking them around Wrigley Field and everyone looks at you like you're somebody famous. The paparazzi tailing behind you. Damn! A girl can dream, can't she? Although we do get some serious attention. Here's to my Wrigley Boys! 🍻