The rule is simple if we see a dog as we drive down the mountain, we leave it, unless of course it is in really bad condition. If the dog is still there as we come back up the mountain, we pick it up, regardless of the condition. So, one day driving down we saw a pointer with its head stuck in the bins, not too bad a condition, so we carried on.
As we returned the said stupid pointer, was now sat in the middle of the road, as if she knew we were returning. It was then I noticed her neck was dripping blood and was very saggy, and thought she had caught it on something. She was called stupid again as she bounded into my car, and looked very pleased with herself.
Petra was with us some time, and continued to be her loving, OTT dopey self, pushing personal space boundaries, and over loving everyone.
Finally Petra was chosen by a lovely lady in somerset, and I'm not going to lie I did a happy dance. I wouldn't be leapt on anymore. Thanks to Petra her new mum and I became friends, and she is now one of our UK foster mums. Petra wandered into my life for a reason, and although she may act stupid, she helped to bring Mrs T and I together!