Winston

According to records, Winston was a stray and had been attacked by a pack of dogs. At about a year and a half old he was at the ASPCA and my wife was looking for me another dog. My other dog, Skipper, had just passed away in my arms about two weeks prior and she saw how I really missed the companionship. She called me at work on Saturday and told me I needed to get down there fast she had found me a dog, so I went and was introduced to a little dog. They called Lowrider. When I went in to meet him, he was eating and I started talking to him and his tail started going 1000 miles an hour. He finished eating and just wanted to play and lick my face. I knew right away. I wanted to take him home. We got him home and my grandson named him Winston. Winston has helped, heal my broken heart and has become my beloved companion, and I can’t imagine life without him. Winston loves walks, belly rubs, and just sitting outside with me enjoying the day. He is still animal reactive, but he loves every human. He comes in contact with. I couldn’t have asked for a better friend than him.