Random blog. By Mama Edwards


52 years on this planet and tonight I am sitting on the floor cuddling a 3 legged Greek street dog (because he can’t jump on the sofa) whilst rubbing the tummy of a little Cypriot chap who has gone off his tea (because he has a penchant for snuffling a bit of fox poo) and with the help of a little belly rub is passing the most disgusting second hand fox wind … whilst the French no eared cat tries not to inhale and stares at me in the most menacing fashion.

Despite the madness, badness and sadness in this world, this weird congregation of refugees makes me content.

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I am a three legged Greek street dog called Ouzo. I got run over when I was very young and injured my leg, some people caught me and took me to the vets where my leg was amputated. Once I had healed I was returned to a life on the streets where I visited feeding stations set up by the charity Greek Animal Rescue. These kind people together with another charity, Holly Farm Canine Centre, raised funds to have me brought over to England. And this is where my story begins.

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