Yet ANOTHER good dog’s life put to risk…


I sat browsing my facebook page, Joe’s legacy tonight and my heart stopped. Just over a year since our beautiful Border Collie died and I was faced with a spine chilling picture like this……………….

Right there on the page originally set up as tribute to Joe. There right in front of me on the screen was a beautiful Border Collie, not unlike my Joe in looks, sat on a vet table with a HUGE stick piercing right through his chest.

“OH MY GOODNESS, when will this stop?” I gasped.

The link is below.  Please – if you love dogs, even if you don’t own one, STOP using sticks as toys.  I have begged, posted, written all about it, there are facebook pages and websites, vets comments, newspaper articles, yet still people throw a stick, a harmless doggy game.  It’s NOT harmless.

I don’t know statistics but I’m sure they’re out there somewhere. The thing is, whether 1 in a hundred injuries from sticks or 1 in a million – ONE IS TOO MANY when it’s preventable by not doing it. Dog’s die – they break bones, they get ran over, they choke… there are things we cannot protect them from, but we can stop using sticks because we’re lazy, or thoughtless, or naive… there’s no hardship to take a ball, or a favourite toy and throw it.

I’ve said it before and I’ll repeat it “If you know a toy will harm a child you prevent the child from having it.  Why then do we ignore this common sense when it comes to our dogs?”

Please, look at the links – and at the very least think twice… and share if you care.

Don’t let another good dog die needlessly.


Joe died but his death is still carrying a message


It’s 19th June 2014. Joe died 6 months ago on 23rd December 2013.

Joe was a 6 year old beautiful boy taken from us after only 10 months by a cruel twist .. an accident .. lack of information .. so I started a mini campaign.  And I’ve just read about another poor soul, a friend of a friend, having to wait to see if his dog will survive a stick injury.  Heartbreaking.

Ok so writing about it channelled my grief but the whole thing goes beyond that.

What was to be thought a rare freaky accident turned out to be all too familiar to vets and families worldwide.  What was thought to be a personal kick in the nuts turns out to be a case of ignorance is most definitely not bliss.

I received hundreds of comments on my first post after Joe died. I received hundreds of facebook and twitter comments too.  The current WP views are at over 139000 which is great, and yet not enough.  Dogs are still being treated for nasty stick injuries, vets see a few each month.  I can’t preach and stay stop it, but I can let anyone and everyone who cares know what a potential danger stick throwing is: better than being totally ingnorate of the risks.

What happened to Joe, and happens to dogs all over the world at a frighteningly all to often occasion was borne of ignorance, stupidity, even years of  “that’s what we do with dogs”.  We simply never thought about the consequences it could bring.

Historically, when man decided to have dogs as pets and not merely working companions (not all that long ago in the UK) chasing a stick was a favourite game.  We’ve all seen the old adverts in faded yellows and reds with a boy, stick in hand and his faithful dog pantng happily as he waits for the ‘toy’ to be thrown.  Why should we think it’s dangerous? We see things like celebs on the One Show with their dog, happily throwing it a stick, or in videos…. Dogs and stick throwing seems synonimous

These are but a few stories of reasons why we should try and change this……………..  read Flick’s story

The list goes on.

Please think twice before you throw a stick for your dog to chase.

In memory of a beautiful dog, whose life will not ever have been in vain, but will mean so much more if we save others from pain.

In memory of a beautiful dog, whose life will not ever have been in vain, but will mean so much more if we save others from pain.


Don’t let another good dog die needlessly


This page is set up as a memorial and as a legacy for Joe- Boy, a lovely collie dog rescued by us and loved by us until a freak accident took him away.  We intend to stop as many people as we can, and as many dogs as we can, from suffereing as we have.

Joe LOVED sticks! Joe would dance in front of one he had rooted out from somewhere.  His eyes were bright, his paws would pad the floor and he couldn’t wait to chase the wood.  Mostly I’d kick it along the floor but at times people would throw it and he’d gleefully chase, find and return until he could barely breathe, he’d ran around so much.  Then home for a long sleep.

From the first day we met him at FAITH Animal Rescue, in Norfolk, he chased sticks.  We walked along a country lane to see if we ‘liked’ him.  He didn’t care – where’s the stick? He won our hearts and we found a stick, threw it and won his.

Joe was already around 6 years old, a beautiful face with pale brown eyes and an adorable grin.  He’d obviously been used to sticks.  Perhaps a million times he’d chased after an innocent looking peice of wood.

22nd of December 2013 that changed!

Joe was out with his adopted sister Annie and a family member.  The stick was thrown, once, twice, twenty times…. then disaster fell like a sword, cutting short the fun, and very soon his life.

Joe caught the stick as it fell, it went down his throat, ripped his windpipe….Joe collapsed.  He managed to get up and the family member got him home.

A trip to the vets, 3 times in 36 hours, £700 later we were still unable to save him.  It was too much, the pain too bad.  He lost his strength, lost his will and one and a half days after he caught his last ever stick, he left us.

Now, if EVERYONE who can to post this line on their timeline on social media or via blogs does so, whether you have dogs or not, you will HELP me, in Joe’s name to save another dog, and another family from going through the pain.

Use a proper toy with your dog and keep your best friend with you for longer… and please don’t think “It’ll never happen….” it does…., it has …… but we can stop it from happening again.  PLEASE pass this message across the world.  I’ve had almost 500 shares on FAITH Animal Rescue facebook page alone – that’s potentially 500 dogs and families saved from the agony or this situation.  Every share of the message may prevent just one more…………………….Imaget

My dogs- how the hell did I get two?


I have 2 dogs now.  

After losing my faithful Dizzi on New Years Eve 2008 I held back from getting another.  I did not want to replace my friend.  She’d been with me and my family for 17 and 3/4 years (we say 18 for ease).  My son was 4 and my daughter was 6, so we all grew as a family with Dizzi.  

After finally feeling that the loss was bearable at some point last year (2012) I set about constantly hinting, whining, nagging, and such at my husband for another dog.  Late last year he agreed. The search began. I set myself realistic targets, rules for type, size, age, gender etc.  I trawled websites for rescue centres.  That was my main aim.  I wanted – a rescue dog, a female, 2 – 4 years old so out of the chewing everything stage, mid size, not fluffy (dogs shedding hair constantly is not my preference), quiet-ish, but most of all, one that reached my heart.

I looked at the RSPCA sites, I found one, she got rehomed before I even got to look at her in the flesh. I looked daily. 

Oooo that one’s lovely, and aaah that one’s cute eminated from me and my stepdaughter.  Hubby was not enthused. He did want us to have a dog, if only to shut me up, be he holds his feelings in reserve to save disappointment – my son’s like that so I understood.

Now two factors started to come into play, one I anticipated, money – to rescue a mutt in the UK from a centre currently costs upwards of £100, and that’s before you buy insurance, bedding, toys, food etc.  We’re not rich.  We’re not really poor, we just don’t have a lot and work hard to earn what we have, and it’s spent on the rising costs of living far too quickly. So, whilst hunting, I saved money, I collected food – a tin a week in the shopping didn’t get noticed, I scrounged for old throws for bedding and so on. 

By Jan 2013 still no dog.  My search went to twice daily until……………..

I mentioned it with a woeful tone to my line manager at work.  He’s an animal man through and through and lost his dog to kidney failure in the December.  He doesn’t mourn his friends in the same way as I – he rather prefers to think he’s doing his best for a dog each time he has one (he had 4 at one point, the eldest of these died age 15 2 years ago).  SO he was soon trailing Norfolk looking for another to save.  He found a rescue centre 50 odd miles away from base but was soon enthusing about their attitude and work and the fact that he went for one dog and came back with two.(bear that in mind as you read)

SO, I searched them on the internet and got in touch.  I saw photo’s of a lonely female collie 2 years, shy, short haired – perfect… but I hadn’t got enough money.  Katie was her name.  Please wait Katie I said daily.  The stepdaughter ooo’d and aaaah’d at the pictures. The rest of January came and went.  Katie was still there.  

We had a family loss, husband’s nan, and so he said I had to wait until March – let things settle. I agreed and Katie went to another home.  

Then mid Feb, the centre brought across a bunch of dogs from Romania.  They were gorgeous. All shapes and sizes and ages etc.  I picked a couple.  We went the 50+ miles one Sunday.  After following a winding road to what seemed to be the depths of nowhere, we found F.A.I.T.H (For Animals In Trouble (there’s) Hope).  

Now here’s where plans went wrong but in the best way ever.  

We spotted the dog we had ‘picked’ from the website.  Another spotted us and Paul took to it’s laughable pushing-for-a fuss attitude.  The staff said to just wander and look and call if we needed help.

We looked. We found pigs (another story indeed).  We found cats, stepdaughter was now gushing and pleading (a cat preference for her even though we have two already).  We were even introduced to 2 resident peacocks.  All very entertaining but I wanted my dog.

We looked and looked again, but only one touched my heart.

‘Chloe’ as she was called was shy and reserved.  We asked to walk her, and it was more a case of drag and run and she tried to hide or run off whichever she deemed necessary at the time.  This was going to be work.  But I liked her.

So we asked for information.  Female is about the only pre-requisite box she ticked.  Chloe was large, fluffy, like a small german shepherd (in fact she’s a romanian shepherd dog we have found since), never been in a house let alone trained in any way, raw from the streets, then kennels of Romania and only 1 year old.  But she was mine.  I knew it.  I could feel it.  

So we walked a few others, but each time I looked longingly back at her, and to my surprise she did the same for me.  Stepdaughter noticed.  Husband noticed.  But she didn’t tick all of the boxes so I looked for one that did.

My heart could not be over ruled.  All the rest were too old, too loud, too male, too skittish, too temperamental … the excuses flowed.

So we had lunch and a chat and eventualy took ‘Chloe’ out again. We had travelled for 2 hours, walked various dogs for another 2 and I knew I couldn’t have left without her.  Carrying cage was in the car ready.  She was mine and I hers.

So then the question – how much? £130.  Oooya!  But I was prepared.  I had saved for months. 

What happened next I didn’t expect, want, need or could afford but somehow it happened.

Just as I was signing papers to make this fluffly mini german sherherd type 1 year old dog my own, a staff member came to us and said ‘before your sign for her do you want to look at a collie we have?’

Now Dizzi was a mixed collie.  I say mixed not crossed as her mum was a bearded collie / border collie cross and her dad was a pure bred rough collie.  I love collies.  But No, I had my girl.  The staff member listened to husbands “ok we’ll look” response rather than my ‘I’m busy with MY dog’ growl under my breath.

The next thing I knew a dog was sat next to my legs. He was lovely, true black and white, long haired border collie with the lightest brown eyes twinkling at me.

Please, please, oh lets walk him, were the cries from my human companions. HIM!?  I don’t want a boy dog.  I fail with boy dogs.  I never can train boy dogs.  I don’t know why but I can’t.  I protested as the lead went on his neck.  I protested as we walked the country lane. I protested as we walked again but this time with Chloe in tow ‘to see if they get on’.  

To See If They Get On?!  Who cares?  I can afford one dog.  I want only one dog.  I want this young FEMALE dog.

Another £60 lighter I came home with Chloe – who has since been renamed Annie, but I also came home with a 6 year old male collie who was called Jodie – since renamed Joe.

We got him for ‘half price’ because he’d been at the centre a while after recovering from severe injuries from beatings and dog baiting attacks.  Husband and stepdaughter adore him.  I like him.  I love Annie.  

Having the two has had it’s benefits though.  Annie learns from Joe, we had a mere 3 puddles in the house and she’s house trained.  She walks on the lead beside him.  And they are company for each other when we’re out.  I don’t regret having Joe.  I love having my fluffy Annie, even if I do have to clean up dog hair every day.  

My Dizzi smiles at me from her photo and in my dreams.  I think she approves too.

( is just one rescue gourp, there are more).  Dogs there are vermin to most people.  They are left roaming, often chased down and maimed or even killed for fun, but they are still breeding in the thousands.  Here in the UK we have a dog problem, in Romania it’s a dog crisis.  ImageJoeImageAnnie