Winchester was rescued from animal abusers by volunteers in a small town in Russia. I was just looking for someone to take, I went to shelters, and then I came across an ad for puppies whose mom had been killed. I immediately fell in love with the poor white lump. We brought him home, and it turned out that the poor baby had enteritis. It was a long, painful treatment, but we got through it. Then there was chewed wallpaper, doors, linoleum and our whole life. Turns out Winnie had separation anxiety. Worked with a canine therapist, worked on our own, learned to exist without much trouble. Then Winchester started pulling out his own fur, the vets never could explain the cause, but we cured that too. Having traveled a hard road, now I can't imagine my life without this dog.