The guy who warned us about the vicious dogs led the Alsatian into a cage whilst we looked at the other dog. Why he did this, we shall never know but he said they had been this way for the last couple of years and we assumed he knew them better than we did.
We backed the car into the garden, scrunching the cleaned carcase remnants that people had previously thrown over the gate to feed these creatures, now bare of meat and reminiscent of the poor guys that we were now leading into the car.
The Golden Retriever had so little energy, we had to carry him into the car. He didn’t growl, he didn’t resist and where he was put, he stayed. The Alsatian walked quietly but positively into the car without any fuss. Their bodies were very thin, bones sticking out and skin drawn tight in some places and hanging saggy in others. Their eye lids drooping and eyes just staring, they looked exhausted and like characters from documentaries where prisoners have been released after long term captivity. I am not exaggerating, I am not sensationalising, this happened, this is real life.