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Winston
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Age: |
One and a half years old
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Male |
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English Pointer mix
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| Home: |
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, USA |
All of my pets have been rescues. It was 9 years since my last dog, Dixon crossed Rainbow Bridge. A year later a cat showed up on my porch.
My future husband already had two cats so he thought I should keep it. The difference in caring for a cat versus a dog was huge, so I kept the black Chantilly cat
I named Olive. Ten years later, after marriage, moving and health issues, my husband thought it was time for a dog. I was reluctant. After months of looking on
our local shelters sights, I saw a picture of this dog that had been pulled from a kill shelter in Kentucky.
The Pennsylvania shelter was near a liquor store that had a limited edition of a special bourbon that my husband wanted. I suggested we stop at the shelter to donate blankets since it was technically closed to the public that day. As we drove up, there were volunteers walking dogs, taking care of horses. A shelter is never really closed. My husband got out of the car with the blankets and turned to get in when I hollared out, "Ask the if one called Georgie is still there."
"Oh yes, he's in the trailer," she said. "Come in and meet him." The poor dog was frightened of his own shadow. The volunteers were taking turns taking the dog home at nights because he was so scared being in the kennels. Before I knew it, the dog was in the back seat, going to his forever home. My husband claims "all I wanted was to go get bourbon."
After a few days, Winston got loose from his leash and took off running. We searched for hours, but he was scared, and didn't even know his name. Later that night, I heard his tags, that I just happen to have bought, jingling in the back yard. He found his way back after being spotted a quarter mile away. He was hiding in the bushes in the neighbor's yard. The next morning, 15 shelter volunteers, some family and friends spent a few hours trying to coax him out. Eventually we succeeded. After a few months, a trainer and a fence, Winston has become a confident dog, no longer fearful of noises and most people. He has a little way to go, but he's a happy, loving dog who just wants to play with the cats. He makes us laugh every day.
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