There are times when we try to find a name for a dog and it feels as if all our inspiration has vanished. And then there are other times when the circumstances almost automatically lead us to the right choice. That is what happened with the dogs we brought from the municipal shelter in Krestena.
Most of them had something of a sheepdog-guardian in them, while the rest were hunting types. No recognizable breeds, just a few basic traits. The kind of dogs you see all over the Greek countryside, the kind that do not necessarily catch your eye at first glance. Until you spend a little more time with them and then you understand. So almost all of them were given traditional Greek names, the sort you do not often hear in the capital. Names that used to be given to boys and girls in the village. That is how “Foteini” became Fofo, our little Fofo at the shelter.
Fluffy Fofo, with her thick, soft coat and her innocent eyes. Fofo who wags her tail and jumps up on us when she sees us approaching with the leash in our hands. Little Fofo, who is a bit shy and a bit mischievous. Just when you think she is hesitant, she suddenly flips onto her back for a belly rub and invites you to sit with her on the grass and enjoy the spring sunshine together. Our Fofo, who wants nothing more than a family to love her and to see how special she truly is.
Fofo is a young adult girl who gets along well with dogs and people alike. She enjoys affection and walks, and she looks into your eyes with the devotion and tenderness that only dogs know how to show.
