These aren't the pics I took yesterday. I finally figured out how to get my old pis off the camera and got the pics that I took back in March when I first started getting out there.
None of these dogs will ever be euthanized unless it's for health reasons. They have a completely different attitude there towards this work than most city pounds. There are many statues of St. Francis to be found. The dogs get loose all the time but they stay. It is their home. It is not perfect but at least it is not small cages and no fresh air.
It is out in the coutnry and it is half of a building. I do not know what the other half is used for. Each of those doors/doorways leads to a room that leads out onto a fenced in run out the back. The dogs are separated into groups.
Another view of the front side. The moat is intentional.
There is no room to separate little pups so these guys go outdoor accomodations. Skinny Foster is the third from the left, hamming for the camera.
The back side of the shelter with the sun runs. And there's Genesio. Hi, Big Guy.
Another view from the back side. There is lots of sun and fresh and it is not a horrible place to be. When it rains they go inside and it's all concrete and all together so it's not perfect but it could be worse. The blonde rough girl in the corner is a love. She has almost come home with me a few times already. Her name is Barbuda, or "big beard". She and her litter mates were abandoned and 3 died and the rest have been adopted. She has grown up there.