Bonnie - the week she came in to Freshfields
Just a quick note tonight. I just thought I'd share these photos with you. It seems like a long time since I first saw the skinny Foxhound which had arrived at Freshfields during my week-end off. We decided to christened her Bonnie, when she came in she was covered in mange and was virtually a walking skeleton. It was probably a life saving decision for her when she decided to come off the mountains and walk into an industrial estate where the partner of one of our volunteers was working. Well how times have changed for Bonnie! A huge character, and an even bigger thief Bonnie is great fun and a pleasure to have around the sanctuary. Though don't leave you dinner anywhere that isn't under lock and key!!
The Fat Foxhound. Looking good these days