While on holiday in Spain (from England) in 1976 we came across a stray living rough in bushes at the hotel. We befriended him and gave him the name PIP. As the holiday came to an end two weeks later we tried desparately to get someone to give him a home. Three months later my wife returned to Spain for the weekend to find him and bring him back to England and six months quaratine. This fulfilled a promise I made to our nie year old son,Phillip,Eventually I too wrote a book about Pip and published it in 1980. We enjoyed having him as part of our family for six years. I was absolutely shattered when he died and know your sincerety.

I was just an ordinary guy so it cost me money to publish my book but I learned a lot about the life of a dog.

Geoff from Arizona