The introductory story to George was included in an email from Yvonne Warwick. So I asked her to write the full story of how he came to work his way into her heart and home.
The original message. This is my beautiful George! He arrived on our land at around 8 months old. We'd seen him in the village and on our land in the mountains with his parents and two sisters. We believe that the DaddyDog told him to go off
and seek his fortune when he got to 6 months. He came to us when we were picking our olives...skinny and starving with a wound on his nose.
We thought long (OK, 3 days!) about what to do...in the meantime he made up his mind that he was staying. Very brave of him to come so close to us....it was meant to be! He is 3 and a bit now and a fantastic dog. Luckily he wasn't taken as a pup by a hunter. His feral upbringing has meant he has lovely manners and is the sweetest dog ever, though his recall skills could do with improvement!