New Wheels

Winston here.
AKA  FosterBoy or Wheeless Wheelie or W²
(I prefer Winston, thank you.)

I'm settling in nicely.
My arrival has promoted a resurgence of proper British customs within this home.
And everyone is enjoying that.
It is delightful.
I must say.
(More on all of that in a future writing.)

But now, I'd like to share
The concern and sensitivity my new family has had
regarding my paws
(which are rough and sore in this dry climate)
and my (undetermined and hence unknown) loss of proper wheels.

There had been some discussion about trying to provide me
with a set of vintage push-along wheels
similar to my original set.

But, alas, they seem to no where be found.
At least on this side of the pee.

But one day my family returned home
after a second-hand shopping trip
(a regular occurrence - it seems there can never be enough wool in this house)
Full of enthusiasm and excitement.

After a few measurements
(I never expected a tape measure to be applied to my self
outside of a proper gentlemen's fitting room)
We left together for some destination unbeknownst to me.

As it was rather cold - the first snowfall having arrived -
I was warmly bundled and wrapped.
And held carefully in the front seat of the car.
(Odd that there was no steering wheel on this side.)

It was cozy and we all enjoyed the ride.

There.

And back.

Once we had returned home

I learned the reason for the trip.

My people had found me some new wheels.

Which proved to be a curiosity to both Jake and Fergi

They fit me well.
Not exactly like what I had once called my own.

Instead a bit of a modern innovation

With some degree of sophistication

and

most importantly

unadulterated function.

the Big Blue Wagon.

So

When the next snow fell

I could be outside and enjoy it.

Warm and dry.

With mobility.

On smooth clear surfaces.

And while wheels are generally not allowed on countertops

or other sorts of furniture

Exceptions are sometimes made.

They do occasionally give me a bit of additional height

to enjoy my world

with my people and my live wires.

The message I received?

I am loved.

And I'm respected.

And we all continue to enjoy one another.