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It began with the arrival of a little black puppy. My father had taken her off a beggar in the street. She was clearly too young to be weaned, mal nourished and full of sores. We took her to the vet, put her on anti biotiocs. We named her JoJo.
One week later two more arrived home. These little babies were being sold at traffic lights and we could not drive away and leave them to a certain poor quality of life and most probably death. We named these two sisters Minki and Mandy. These three be...Read the full article