DON (Male)

I came to the shelter in such a bad condition that no one expected me to survive. I was given infusion after infusion and I lived in a basket in the kitchen. I couldn't move from there because I was so weak. I started to get stronger but I pretended I was still ill because I liked to stay in the house with all the other dogs and cats. Eventually Brigitte clocked me as she caught me running about the garden playing with Fanta and Husky - what sport it was to chase the stupid cats who rule the house. As a result, I was sent to the big shelter for castration and Janine cuddles (her special method of caring for dogs). When my hair grew back, Brigitte didn't recognize me and so we had a special party just to celebrate me and my new hair.

Great News! I have found a new home here on the island!

Peter from Brussels in Belgium was looking after me during my time at the Shelter. Thank you very much!