Ziggy is a medium-sized crossbred dog, who came to live with me a bit over a year ago, when I started fostering him. If I had to guess, I would say he might have a bit of staffy in him, and maybe some bull-arab?? Being a true cross-bred, it is really anybody’s guess though. He came from DAS in Canberra, where he had been handed in as a stray. Nobody ever claimed him, so after doing his legally required time in the pound, DAS was looking at options of what to do with him. Ziggy could not be put up for adoption as it was pretty clear that he had a major issue; he was absolutely terrified of everything. He spent his days in his kennel hiding in the far corner, would soil himself if anybody so much as looked at him, and refused to eat or drink other than in the middle of the night when everything went quiet at the pound. So, DAS asked ARF for help, and ARF asked if I would be able to foster him. I agreed to go and meet him at the pound, to see for myself what I would be getting myself into. When I met him, my first impression was that he was still a very young dog and was scared out of his brain. He soiled himself on the way to the meet-and-greet yard, crawled around the yard on his belly, and tried to climb in between the fence and some netting to find a dark place to hide. He did his utmost best to stay as far away from any humans as his lead would allow. However, despite his obvious distress and fear, he never showed any sign of fear-aggression, which was pretty amazing. I saw a lovely boy