Bluet - Blue in English - got his name in the saddest way. Already neglected, with very little food, roaming the streets, even though he had a boss, the poor dog was set upon by a nasty gang of youths. These sadists hit him over and over again and then painted him blue. Yes, really, with blue paint. If an old lady hadn't intervened, they would have clubbed him to death. His boss cared even less than before, but luckily one of our volunteers took him over.
When he arrived at the Refugio he was terrified, shaking all over and covered in blue paint. It was everywhere and took a long, long time to clean off. He had mange and wounds and the paint and blood stuck to his poor little body. We managed to get it all off and to make him more comfortable.
Such a little dog. Such abuse. Apart for looking after him physically, we also needed to build up his confidence and restore his faith in people. Just look at those eyes and that dear little face.
Is that a smile on Bluet's face? He is certainly more confident now and greets you enthusiastically. So, little Bluet, we think you are now ready for a lovely, forever home and family.
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