In April 2007 Mino found Squirt shut in a cardboard box in the porch of an empty house, near to where we lived. Poor little boy was no more than 4 months old, had no fur, and stank to high heaven. A trip to the vets confirmed he had severe mange.
He is a miniature pinscher, which sell for quite a bit out here. He was obviously dumped because of his condition. They could have taken him to a vet and got him treated, as we did, but the person that did this wouldn’t spend any money on him. Their loss, our gain! He had to have a bath every day with this special shampoo, and a course of meds.
Dear little Piccina was the only one that would have anything to do with him because he smelt so bad. All he wanted was to play, and she was the only one that would play with him. I have to say his recovery was all down to Mino. As he improved he became so hectic, I’ve since learned it’s the breed, full of life. He has always been on the aggressive side with the other dogs, e’s a miniature pinscher who thinks he’s a Dobermann pinscher.
As he’s got older, he’s turned into a particularly grumpy old man, but I love him, he’s my little boy. He is 14 now.