ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL

IT WAS  a simple question to the local priest: “ Do you still own the small house just around the corner from us?” Yes he replied with a puzzled look on his face.“There is a family from Romania living there’
 He  was  crestfallen  when  we  told  him  that  was  no longer the  case,  they  had disappeared, five children, a pregnant again wife and work-shy father. We are sure he muttered bad thoughts under his breath, especially when he revealed that they had not paid him rent or money for the electric. He was even more unhappy when he found that they had left behind a great looking dog, plus it turned out six large pick-up trucks full of rubbish.
 That was the fairly simple task, he had to pay somebody to do the clearing up, plus build a gate to the outside stairs so that the dog, who was living there could
  no longer gain access, as well as a special  box fitted over the electric meter.  That just left the puppy, an Alsatian type,  less than four month old, with no water and   no food. It stayed around our house, and of   course  we  fed  it.  If  we  went  out  it  would   follow  us,  sitting  under  the  table  when  we  went out  for  a  coffee,  and  was  very  good   natured,  sat  when  told  to  sit,  and  never  worried for food.  We asked around for somebody to take him from being a street dog. We tried the animal   shelters,  all  overflowing  with  dogs  of  all shapes and ages. A friend runs a small   shelter, but had 25 dogs. We had a man from Rethymnon in the end who wanted him, but,  before he could finally come to collect, our Russian  neighbour,  whose  daughter  also  gave the dog food, took him to a friend just on the edge of the village, where we were assured he was well treated.