The most remarkable thing

A block of very expensive apartments are being built at the end of our road. Every morning, as we go out for our walk, Mr Moussaka likes to take a moment to stop and survey the progress. For a chap who doesn’t like sudden loud noises he is very interested in building work.

This morning, as we were passing by, a young electrician pulled up in his van and got out.  As he did so he started to speak to me and The Moose. The Moose, obviously, trotted over and said hello. Me, well, strange man, strange van, same old story. Papa explained I had a fear of strangers, especially men, so it was best to ignore me. I had other ideas.

I took a few steps closer to him, wagged my tail a bit and sat down next to him. The young man continued to make a fuss of The Moose. And so I took a big bold step … I nudged his hand with my head, and the man stroked me, I froze, then … I relaxed. And then I carried on with my day.

 

Me

DSC_0039 (2) Mama and Papa’s comment: Hallelujah

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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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