This is Ours, under the fig tree. Ours means Bear in French. He's a hunting dog who had been in a refuge for two and half years before he came to live with me. . He's a wonderful dog, but terrified of the world and hides whenever I have a visitor - this after over a year of living here. It's probably not going to improve - he's even scared of the wind!
But he's happy now- so joyful at food times and when I come home - and trusts me completely - it goes without saying 'he's my beautiful boy' and I couldn't live without him!
