We realised that what that meant for poor Bruce was almost every minute of his life would be on a lead or chain, except for the odd time he’d come inside. He couldn’t be left alone with William, as one playful (or otherwise) nudge would knock poor William off his shaky pegs. We tried to find an enclosed field or anywhere here to exercise him off-lead, but absolutely nothing doing. And he was a husky! With their three layer coats, they can survive –50C; Crete is no place for them. He did like his kennel when it rained, though!