On October 25, when we took Pascal to the park, we encountered a friendly dog at the park. He just approached us and started hanging around, wagging his tail. Since he was so friendly, we nicknamed him Friendster.
We saw Friendster sniffing Pascal's water, so we gave it to him. He must have been really thirsty because he drank like a camel. He drank and drank and drank, emptying the bowl twice. We then gave him some food.
Friendster was riddled with lice, and had lots of fur missing because he kept scratching and gnawing at the lice. He also had an old rope tied tightly around on his neck, which had caused rashes.
We didn't have any anti-lice medicine with us, so after taking Pascal back to the shelter, we bought a spot applicator at the veterinary clinic and went back to the park. Unfortunately it was already dark by that time, and we couldn't find him.
So we went back the next day, this time with Einstein in tow. Here's a picture of Einstein relaxing at the park.
We walked Einstein the length and breadth of the park, but couldn't find Friendster. We then remembered that he is a social dog, and started checking out the people at the park. We finally found Friendster lying down under a car belonging to some guys flying drones.
We'd run out of dog food, so we fed him cat food, and applied the anti-lice medicine. We also cut off the old rope that was tied around his neck.
About 10 days later, we went back to the park. Friendster was there! His lice were gone, and his fur had already started growing back. He was happy to see Ken and Ken was delighted to see him. Ken fed him two cans right away.
They then started running around in the park.
Friendster was happy in the park, and we would have preferred to leave him there.
However, it just so happens that the City Pound is right next to the park. It's literally 2 minutes away. Also, because the park is home to a regional tourist attraction, it is likely that the dog catchers from the City Pound come to the park regularly. We were also told by a park worker that the park's security guards shoot stray dogs (the worker, Chito, said he adopted a dog that was shot and named him Bandido).
By this time we'd realized just how special a dog Friendster is. We couldn't bear the thought of him being executed. So we decided to bring him to the shelter. We knew that he would miss his freedom, but we promised him that we would take him to the park at least once a month.
So far, we've kept that promise.