This is Winslow.
One of my favorite things about Winslow is that his little pink tongue is ALWAYS hanging out.
Seriously.
The funniest thing I saw this summer was a tired Winslow walking slowly on the beach with his head so close to the ground that his tongue was dragging through the sand.
It doesn't make him look like the sharpest tool in the dog shed, but it certainly puts him a few notches higher on the cute meter.
It's important to know about his tongue habit, because otherwise you might think he's being choked to death by a little too much love here.
It is kinda hard to tell whether he appreciates all of the love or not...
O.K...that's probably enough love for one day. Time to let Winslow breathe again.
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