Velvet creatures in the wrong hands all the time, and when they come to us something is always broken. Something is broken in their bodies, or in their souls, or both.
Odysseus found himself in Kapandriti with his left hind leg hooked by an old fracture, walking around alone looking for him, not knowing what either. What these dogs are looking for is usually something they've never had anyway. He has been amputated and will now be a tripod.
When we went to collect him he was in panic, in pain and barking, and we were told he was aggressive. This dog has no trace of aggression. What he has is a velvety coat and a velvety soul.
It's a dream dog. There is no more velvety hair than his own coat, there are no more impressive ears either, and when he comes and caresses you, you want to further wrinkle his face, which is made of dough, and shape it all over again.
