Here we were in Italy, there were stray dogs everywhere you looked. Paco was the first Italian one we took in after arriving in Italy. Rescue number 10, what a dog, he had been wandering the streets of Squinzano for some considerable time. Beautiful boy, he fitted in with all the others like he’d known them all his life.
He was such an obedient dog, I’m sure he had belonged to someone , he wasn’t a stray street dog. Maybe his owner had died and the family didn’t want him, which frequently happens.
We only had Paco for just over a year, he was a beautiful dog, but sadly got killed on the road. Far too young to be taken. Poor boy.