She has changed so much in the past year ... gaining a bit of weight (which she needed), growing a thick, soft coat of fur, and blossoming into a very confident little dog.
This is the photo that started it all, taken at the animal shelter and shared by a friend on Facebook.
Her second day with us.
Toward the end of her first week.
One year later ... what a difference!
Not too happy about modeling her Christmas sweater in December.
She has fit into our family almost perfectly, learning exactly what is expected of her here, and has found that there is fun to be had, too.
You stay on your side, Dorothy, and I'll stay on mine.
But, Mom, I don't want to share my bed with Maggie.
Helping out around the house by making sure that Ruby's dish is perfectly clean.
Rolling in the grass on a sunny day.
Learning to share her mama's lap with the cats, and to not growl or try to bite them.
Sharing time with Ruby on the porch.
When people hear Winnie's story, I get all sorts of praise for adopting her, this elderly little critter who had been neglected and dumped. Instead of thinking about what I did for Winnie (which is what any animal-loving person would do), I focus most on what Winnie has done for ME ... I can't accurately describe it, except to say that I love this little dog with my whole heart.
Proudly displaying her 'I am a Therapy Dog' tag.
Snuggled underneath a blanket ... as she almost always is.
Listening for intruders (the UPS man, in this case).
It's been an awesome year, Winnie! Happy Gotcha Day.