In April 2003, Mino and I witnessed the headmaster of the primary school opposite our restaurant in the Algarve kicking Ginger, trying to get him out of the playground. All he was trying to do was be friendly. What an example to set to children.😡 We went in and got him out, he was such a lovely friendly boy, we took him in, such a gentleman was Ginge. He was roughly two years old.
Everyone that met Ginger loved him. We used to call him the manager at our restaurant, he used to walk people home. He would trot along with them, until he reached the traffic lights, then turn around and come back. He was so obedient.
Ginger was always travel-sick, he had the most horrible journey from Portugal to Italy. Ginger had 10 very happy years with us. He was Mino’s Golden Boy 🐶. He became ill, and the vets couldn’t figure out what was wrong with him, but we eventually lost him in October 2013 to pancreatic cancer, after a long battle. Good boy Ginge 😊🐶 We loved you 💕