Winston Fathead

This is Winston Fathead. He died yesterday. He arrived at our house in September 2014 - this is him, on the day of his arrival, sleeping on the chair that was reserved for our previous dog, Wookie. He was a rescue from the RSPCA (they had called him "Bullseye" but we immediately knew he was a "Winston") and all we knew about him was he was probably around three or four years old, his owner had died and he was living, outside, in a yard. They said he was good with children, good with other dogs, good with cats. None of those things were true. When a friend's son came round to see him, I explained that his name was "Winston Fathead". He laughed and said "you can't call him that". But when he met Winston, he looked at me and sagely nodded "he does have a really fat head". I don't think I've ever worked so hard with a dog. As staffies have such a bad reputation, I was worried about his barking - at strangers, at dogs, at children, at muslims (he was most definitely a racist, which was…