He was a hell of a dog. He died April 15 after eating vegetable pesticides. I don’t really know the what’s and the who’s and the how’s and the why’s. I was in Chisinau at the time, getting steroid injections for a bad bee sting. When I came home his leash was curled up in front of my door. My host mother was with him when he died, and buried him in the garden in front of my house.
alice 