Winston’s Story:
A Style Icon with Personality
In a serious tone: Hmm, yes. Winston speaking. I consider it my duty to maintain a certain standard in my appearance. It takes effort – perfectly grooming every black-and-white hair, choosing a resting spot that won’t crease my coat, and regularly checking my reflection in puddles (unless they’re muddy – Winston never walks through mud, that would be beneath my dignity). I believe every dog has a responsibility to look their best – after all, we represent an entire species.
When Edgars announced there would be a “photoshoot,” I took it as a professional duty. I spent the entire evening preparing – allowing to wash my coat with special shampoo, then sleeping precisely on my right side so no unwanted fur creases would appear. I even gave up my favorite nighttime activity – chewing Edgars’ slippers – because I didn’t want a puffed-up cheek muscle. This is about professionalism.
Upon arriving at the studio, I sniffed dismissively – those lighting setups were so… amateurish. Lighting should come from the left side at a 45-degree angle to highlight my facial contours. I tried to explain this with a subtle, slow head movement, but no one understood. What a surprise. Still, I decided to cooperate – after all, even Leonardo da Vinci couldn’t control how Mona Lisa was lit, and the result turned out quite acceptable.
I positioned myself so my profile resembled that of an aristocratic English lord (which I am, at least in my mind). I looked confidently into the distance, as if seeing a future where dogs and humans are equals, and both species finally recognize my excellence. During the shoot, I moved my ears slightly – one forward, the other back – creating an interesting dynamic in the photo. The photographer seemed intrigued, but I didn’t try to please – I simply existed in my greatness.
Now my face is on some piece of fabric that Edgars wears. I’m not surprised. After all, if I had the chance to wear clothes with MY image, I would too. Edgars is simply a man of taste. I’ve noticed he now goes to work wearing this shirt, and his colleagues ask him, “Who’s that charming dog?” I’m pleased – it indicates proper cosmic justice functioning in the world. Of course, I don’t show my pride – Winston never displays excessive emotion. Instead, I let out a dignified sigh and place my head a little higher on the pillow.
And now, if you’ll excuse me, I must go rest on my designer pillow – elegance requires a lot of energy! Tomorrow is a new day, a new chance to be excellent. As I always say (quietly, of course): “Life is short, but style is eternal.” And Winston knows both life and style.
With deepest respect,
Lord Winston Churchill Bulldogovich III, Bearer of the Royal Canine Order, Professional Face Owner, and Self-Proclaimed Minister of Style
