In April 2015, Mino took our car to the mechanics and was approached by one of the chaps that worked there. Knowing our involvement with dogs, he asked if we would take his miniature pinscher, as it was kept in an apartment all day and never went out. The family didn’t want him. Poor little boy, I wish people wouldn’t take a dog if they don’t have the commitment that is needed. So we took him, the little boy thought he had died and gone to heaven. He had friends to play with, and he had a huge garden in which to do it. Skinny again had a new best friend. 😀
My son’s mother in law came on holiday and fell in love with Zeb, and wanted to adopt him. He travelled back to England with me and my friend Liz and now lives very happily in Christchurch in Dorset. My grandson George adores him. And an added bonus is that I get to see him when I go back to see my family 🐾🐾
