They named him Tim - How could I adopt him after that? Imagine me with a dog named Tim. How confusing would that be at dinner time?
So, I was in Bhutan, at the Tiger's Next Temple way up on a cliff, taking a short break from filming a wild bike race across the Himalayas when I came across this Mastiff with horrible mange. He was the friendliest thing but he smelled like rotting flesh. His ears were literally rotting off and he was scratching profusely. I of course could not help making this dog my new priority... Here is the whole story published on several online publications. It has a very happy ending. http://honesttopaws.com/dog-rescued-in-himalayas/