Speaking of Zachs, I'm happy to report that the boxer I had to give up in September 2007 after he fought my old Bandit almost to the death is alive and well. I have been too afraid all this time to make a call to find out his fate, so sure was I that he had been euthanized as a hopeless case. This morning, however, the guy who bred him happened to be doing a job at the factory next door and popped in to say hello, so I was given a chance to inquire after young Zach. He is happily ensconced as an only dog in a family with two children. This is a huge relief. I have been feeling guilty about him all this time. He was a lovely boy; he just needed a different home. I'm very glad he found one.
Phew!