Friday, April 21, 2006
Got a call a little while ago from my sister. I guess mom and dad took Winston to the pound today. He had been destroying things in their house (carpet, a couch, a shirt) and they decided that he just wasn't the right dog for them. It is sad because I am quite certain that unless someone looking for a farm dog comes to pick him up he will likely be put down. I always kind of thought that mom and dad were not a 'big dog' kind of family, but he is who they chose that day at the SPCA. I never got that attatched to him, but it was fun to take him out for runs and he just loved swimming.