With the aid of babelfish, Becky asked Leela’s Dimitri to ask Bruce’s owner if we could take him to the vet. (Thank you, again, Dimitri!) The owner, Yannis, said yes. The next day we went to the vet, Giorgos, windows open all the way because of the stench. Poor Bruce was so beat he didn’t mind Becky - a total stranger - lifting him into the car. He must have been incredibly relieved to get away from the flies. Giorgos called Yannis to tell him how to look after Bruce’s bad foot and also that Yannis needed to clean Bruce’s sh*t away from around where he was chained. Yannis wasn’t interested and said he wanted Bruce back from us only when Bruce was 100% healthy. Then Giorgos asked if Yannis would like to contribute a little bit of money. We would do the work – nurse Bruce, give him his antibiotics etc. At this point Yannis said he didn’t care if Bruce came back or not. So, we took Bruce! Here he is, sleeping in the sun that day, as we were round the back, building him a ‘tent’ from an old mosquito net to keep the flies off. You can see he’s a bag of bones, only 22kg – the puppies (a quarter of his size!) were 14kg. Awful.