Pepsi had led a miserable existence in an old lady’s yard, chained up and given occasional scraps. When the old lady died, no one wanted Pepsi and she thrown onto the streets to fend for herself. But, she kept returning for food to the only place she’d ever known as ‘home’. She was chased her away with stones and anything they could lay their hands on. When volunteers heard about her plight they picked her up, fed her and clipped back her filthy matted coat. She was covered in wounds made by a pitchfork, obviously been used to chase her away from her house. She was terrified from the abuse she had suffered. When she had recovered sufficiently to travel she was rehomed in a foster home in France. We are all so happy for her.