Sometimes while we’re worrying… this is the happy ending of King Kong. (from French)
I found my pug, he was picked up by a man who mistook him for his neighbor’s dog and the lady was kind enough to keep him until she found me, he was well looked after. Dog swimming in her backyard, large fence yard with grass and two new friends. A small little Yorkshire, Bear and another black pug like him, Caesar. Phew! what a relief. Back home and Mr. King Kong is lying down and sleeping , and he’s snoring. Voila!
Welcome home King Kong!