There was a dog at the Windsor named Miss Winny Windsor. She was adorable. One of those hotdog dogs. She would sneak into the dining room looking for food and petting. She was clearly “well fed” and living the good life. Miss Winny….well….she just IS. I have to say I fell in love with her. She would trot around everywhere, kind of a cross between a wobble and a jog. Her body is so dense and round and long, she looked like a cute little sausage with itty bitty legs. Here is Miss Winny busy at work, just existing.