Our very good friend Bob called us in April, for us to please come and look at a dog! Oh my, when we saw him, well words fail me, he was literally a skeleton covered with patchy fur, the poor boy. We of course brought him home. We called him Bob. He was a Bretton,a hunting dog. He clearly had Leishmanoisi, it was as clear as if he had had it stamped on his forehead. He had a course of injections and tablets,after which he looked like a different dog. He has since been adopted and lives in Genova, what a result. He is in seventh heaven!
This article was written by Val