We tracked down their number and I phoned them. We’d been told it was run by an English lady, but I had to ring several times before I could get hold of her. I persevered and finally spoke with her the day before we were due to fly home. ‘Yes, I know about these puppies. You are not the first person to call,’ she said, ‘And we are happy to come and get them in our van, but we cannot just go to an empty beach and hunt for them. We need someone to direct us.’ ‘When can you come?’ ‘Tomorrow afternoon is the first time the van will be available.’ My heart nose-dived. ‘We’re flying back tomorrow evening and we have to check in. Can’t you come any earlier?’ ‘No, I’m afraid we won’t have a van until tomorrow afternoon.’ ‘What if we bring them to you?’ I said, thinking on my feet. ‘Would you take them in – the mother and pups – if we bring them to the sanctuary?’ ‘Yes. We will, of course.’ ‘Can we bring them now?’ ‘No. I’m afraid we are just about to close.’ ‘Tomorrow morning then – we will bring them all to you then.’ ‘That is fine,’ she agreed.
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