I was brought to the shelter in Ban Taling Ngam by a farang (Thai for foreigner). He didn't want me anymore since I have problems walking properly my back legs are a bit wonky. It's not easy being a (handsome) St Bernhard in Thailand as I'm prone to wounds and it is always too hot for me (the first thing Brigitte did was to have me shaved). After the 'haircut' I felt much better. I now live at Brigitte's house in Chaweng and I like it here very much and Brigitte says she can keep a close eye on me. At the big shelter, the ground is not paved and I constantly wallowed in puddles what didn't really contribute to the wound healing. Here, I am happy, I greet every visitor by paw shake and play with my tall and small friends. Since coming to the shelter, I have fallen in love. Her name is Effi. She is a small, white short-haired dog and I look after her and she looks after me. I keep the bad dogs away from her and she kisses me.
George recently died without any particular reason. He was found one morning in front of the gate and he looked like he was only sleeping. Unfortunately he never woke up again. We are all very said, especially the puppies miss him to no end as he protected them like no one else.