A pretty good week, all in all...

Some of the veterans of the kennel as well as some of the relative newbies were adopted this week. Squalo, the Rottie, after over a month of socialisation sessions with his new fam, Pongo flew up to Germany to spend the rest of his life eating sausages, Bracobaldo to Torino to a wonderful family that has adopted previously from us, and the rest scattered around Italy... Very fabulous, I would suggest. Johnny the Stick has decided to start eating again, so his private chef (me) is once again gainfully employed. The mangy fucker that arrived last week is in therapy and we expect a full recovery in due course. And on top of all that, it turns out that 3 of this weeks new arrivals were lost and have now been reunited with their owners. That'll teach the fuckers to microchip their mutts. Roll on next week's shenanigans...