They all lived together with an old man who subsequently died. The son of the old man didn’t want the dogs but was supposed to be feeding them. The house was falling down, and the dogs were left to fend for themselves, they were lucky if he fed them once a week. They had to scavenge to find food. They found us, and it was down to Bobby’s friendliness that we started to look after them. They used to trot along and sit outside waiting for us to put food out, Bobby would eat his straight away , the other two, Bessie and Scruffy were so afraid, they would wait until we had gone and then come and eat.
In our ignorance we thought Bobby was a boxer, our vet told us he was actually a Portuguese Perdigueiro, that is a Portuguese Pointer, a hunting dog. He was turbocharged, boy could he run!
We used to meet our friend Regina on our dog walks, she would be walking her Mums spaniel, Beni. Regina adored Bobby when we left Portugal, she adopted him, and he went on to live many happy years with her. Thank you, Regina, for giving him such a happy life.
Bobby was Puppy Bill’s father.