Rufus #2

A very busy, long and sometimes stressful afternoon in Didim when Roy and Lyn took me, and Rufus of course,  first to the council dog shelter where Rufus had previously resided, and then to the government Tarim (agriculture) office  to sort out all the official and bureaucratic paperwork for doggy adoption. Lengthy but successful, we came home with the woofer's green passport and microchip details that tells the world he now belongs to me. Hurrah. Harry isn't quite so happy about it, but we're getting there. Forever grateful to Roy and Lyn for their kindness and help and everything they do for the street dogs here.