Okay. So yet once again, am I the last to know?
This is what happens when one's kids grow up. Fad awareness disappears.
Cuteness, nuttiness, lovableness, omigod happenings just move on.
But so, enter MR. WINKLE. You already knew?
Is he an adorable phenomena or what?
He's real. He is a rescue dog. His rescuer is a well-known photographer, Lara Jo Regan, who began noticing that all persons in the world fell in love with Mr. Winkle when they met him. So, to spread the love, she began photographing him in adorable guises--and guess what?
His adorableness is now available to the world.
My son introduced me to him. A friend of my son's introduced him to Mr. Winkle in a mall in San Diego. A friend of a friend introduced my son's friend to Mr. Winkle--
And so it goes.
Mr. Winkle is as cute as Shirley Temple. He's as happy as Santa Claus, but with that touch of innocent wistfulness of Christopher Robbins.
He's obviously not as grounded as Winnie-the-Pooh, but then Winnie did get stuck in the jar of honey, and I doubt Mr. Winkle would.
He doesn't need to work as hard as The Little Engine That Could, but obviously he'd be willing to if it were necessary. He's a trouper of a model, reports his owner.
And since he was found and loved up good by Ms. Regan, he has been spared the pathos of asking one and all Are You My Mother?
Hurray for Mr. Winkle. He is one adorable dog, one adorable bit of birthday parties everyday.
I love you, Mr. Winkle!