July 13. Day 195. Class clown

 If Winkle was a human child she'd have a diagnosis of ADHD for sure and certain. I can not tell you how many times a day I say "Winkle, you are an idiot". Rumple was born sensible. He's the quiet serious one. He would be the studious one. The caring one, the one destined for a career in some compassionate career. Winkle is also as bright as a button but she would be the class clown delighting in making everyone laugh. One thing about Miss Winkle is that she has a real lust for life. When the lead comes out she jumps for joy quite literally. And when you walk, the way she charges you would swear that this is the most exciting thing that has ever happened to her. And not only that it is the most excting thing she could ever imagine. And this happens every day, every walk. It doesn't matter if it's around the block or like today at the Colmslie Beach reserve. Rumple loves being by my side no matter what that involves. Winkle is the social butterfly and loves getting out and about. They are the perfect counterbalance for each other and the perfect pair for me.