He suddenly "appeared" in a village one day, along with his brother. A four-month-old baby, weak and matted, he was lying in the middle of the main road as if it were the most comfortable part of the world.
And why wouldn't it be comfortable? Since he was in the village, among people. That's how dogs think you know.
That's where he felt safe, as he was lying down, in front of the cafes. He would go with this look, these eyes, this style and this muzzle, and wag a tail to every passerby. After greeting and greeting until he got exhausted, and his joy was gradually cut off, because his kindness was not rewarded but punished.
In less than two weeks he realized that in order to survive he must not be seen, but hidden. He started looking for places without people to feel safe. How unfair and how hard it is to mess up the uncinditional trust of a baby, a baby born to love people.
Duncan has a soul full of love, and he is one of the dogs that this love is seen on their face and body and it just cannotbe hidden. He left the place where he was abandoned before his pure soul got dirty, and now he thinks that the indifference and kicks were a mistake. He forgot about them.
We adore him. We adore him so much that we don't want him to stay with us much longer, we want him to leave and go to his family.
