My sister Candy wanted the story of Thomas, so here goes. Every so often I go to work at a Chateau in St Emilion. One yoga healthy evening I saw a rosy faced English woman and soon became friends with Jane and her family. Now when I go to St Emilion I stay with them. Driving to work most mornings in the rain I saw a little grey face with a small black nose poking out through the fence. This little black nose belonged to a would be white haired Westie. He lived on a two foot chain on a peice of plastic under a strip of corrugated iron, year in year out season in season out. When I saw him he had been tied up in the rain for months, his little face was tired and dejected. I decided I could not leav him there any more. Action would have to be taken. The local rescue place would only take dogs if you paid them and if no one wanted one within a week they are put down. So I said to my friend on a very rainly night, the night before I left we stole into the neighbours garden and took Thomas back to her house. Where it took three of us to wash him, we had to cut his matted hair, he stank. the next day, probably for the first time in his little life I drove from St Emilion to Lorgues, stopping in every Aire on the auto route on the way. Next day was vet day.
He was covered in fungus, his ears were so sore the vet would not touch him and his gums so inflamed the vet could ot tell his age. The photo above is one I took yesterday of him and Topy in the shade of a small bush. Thomas has been swimming, walking, running and loving, He has a good life now and we all love him.