One day I got home from school, I was in 3rd grade, and I saw a dog cage by the door. My dad's wife had the dog. I asked my dad if she was here and he said no. I asked him what Winston was doing here. I loved Winston. My dad said that we are keeping him. That was one of the best days ever. Winston is a Miniature Schnauzer, salt and pepper color. He was born December 2, 2005. Winston was mistreated by his original owners. They kept him in his cage in a garage. That hardly took him out to do his business. That is just wrong. Why would you do that to a dog? Anyways, we kept Winston until we had to move. Moving was the worst thing that could have happen in my entire life. We couldn't keep him so we gave him away. We visited him only twice in the past year. I just found out that two weeks ago he died from diabetes. I was really sad.
