Yet ANOTHER good dog’s life put to risk…

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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.

https://www.facebook.com/tierrettung.straubing.de/photos/pcb.1580550875512624/1580550652179313/?type=1&theater

Don’t let another good dog die needlessly.

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A reason to adopt a dog

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Today’s post isn’t much, more to be said in the photos than any words I can post.

Quick run down for those who haven’t ‘met’ me and mine yet….

Joe and Annie were adopted from FAITH Animal Rescue (Norfolk UK), 23 Feb 2013.  Joe died of an horrific accident where a stick was thrown for him to play with and it lodged down his throat, ripped his windpipe – he died around 36 hours later, December 2013.

Annie pined.

August 2014 Tess joined the family – a Romanian rescue like Annie.

They are so happy as the pictures will show.  So are we.  In Joe’s name we campaign to stop people using sticks as toys (Read don’t let another good dog die needlessly) AND also he was an adopted rescue along with Annie so we support Adopt not Shop for your pet.

Look at these pictures and I am sure your heart will tell you that if you want a pet – you should adopt a rescued one and let them laugh out in the sun like these two, and like Joe did…but don’t throw sticks – it could kill them.

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There are good people – then there are Angels.

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Anyone who has read my posts – and 133000 plus have read my post about Joe’s death – will know I  love animals, including dogs. I’m not about to bore anyone with the why’s and wherefore’s as if you are reading this, chances are you love, or at the very least, have a respect and liking for dogs.

What I am about to do is ask you to follow the link.  It’s not spoof, spam, viral etc.  It’s simply a song, put together a while ago with the aim of raising funds and awareness for rescuers or our four legged, waggy tailed friends and companions.  It’s still important, they still need support….

K-9 Angels have come to my attention in recent months, mainly through adopting Joe’s ‘stepsister’ Annie from Romania.  I can hear some of you thinking  “Romania isn’t the only place in the world with stray dogs.”, and I agree.  If I could save the world, the animals of world would be a place to start.  We can’t save every last one – but we can support those who try to do their bit in their corner.

Listen to the song, watch the dogs, have a cry if you wish – and you then have the choice to share it, turn it off and sigh but move on, or even buy the track and donate if the moment takes you.  No one will think any worse of you or better of you whichever choice you make.  All I’d say is whatever choice you make, please say a personal thank you to those who are putting it out there to help those innocent animals our fellow humans are choosing to abuse and ignore – or worse.

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Oh Annie…not again! Now for my meltdown!

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Today is Saturday.  The day of the week is actually rather irrelevant, but just a statement of fact at this moment in time.

Saturday is usually a mixture of day off, rest, play, a bit of housework and so on for me.  Nothing too strenuous.  I work 4 days in an office, 2 days online at home, look after house, husband, teen, 2 cats and 1 dog, so I give myself an “easy day” each week as a way to prevent complete and utter meltdown.

This particular day the plan was – sleep in a little; breakfast; walk Annie; coffee; work on a project on the pc; vac the house, coffee… well you get the idea.  Busy but not strenuous.

Annie, my little treasure, my angel, my furry baby… had other ideas. Now don’t get me wrong, she didn’t do it on purpose.  She was just being – well – A Dog.

to explain some of the problem, Annie is a rescue dog.  We had two, but sadly lost Joe to an awful accident in December (please feel free to read my post about that-Don’t let another good dog die needlessly).  Since losing Joe, Scaredy-pup Annie, who was just about gaining confidence went right back to square one.  She’s from Romania, found in a rubbish heap as a puppy, kenneled with several more strays for what must have been an eternity for a puppy.  A few months in Romanianan kennels and she was shipped to England, into kennels.   February 2013 when it was estimated she was about 1 year old, we picked her.  Fluffy, frightened and foreign. Reaction to uncertainty – she wee’d.  She always does.

Now, that all seemed a little boring I’m sure, but the reason I put it down was that this issue was the start of upturning my planned ‘easy day’.  

This is how my easy day actually went – thanks to the scaredy pup Annie.

8am:woken by husband offering large coffee.  Sat in bed and sipped said coffee.  Husband left for work.  I played games on my phone, read emails and snuggled into my warm sheets, looking out at a sunny, but cold, English winter day.

9am : wash, dress, waddle downstairs for another cup of coffee and breakfast.  Teen yapping in my ear about some inane teen talk.  Let Annie into the garden; feed cats.

10am : let Annie in from garden, fat cat hisses at Annie, Annie bounces to play, mud all over the rug- we’ve had a very wet winter and the garden is getting quite boggy.  I sigh, I’ll let it dry and vacuum it later.

10.15am : get Annie’s walking harness.  Call Annie, teen stands by door still yapping. Annie so excited she wees.  I sigh.  Annie thinks she’s done wrong (she has but I try not to get angry – she can’t help it.). In response to that she wees as she walks back to her bed.  She wee’s in her bed.  I start mopping floor.

10.30am : we try again.  This time I take harness to Annie, lay it in front of her.  She knows it.  She loves to walk and on a good day she will sit, raise paw to put one leg in the loop and so on.  Today she’s nervous.  Who knows why. Perhaps she’s heard some banging outside.  Banging makes her nervous. Annie sniffs the harness to me cooing “wanna go walk?”.  Tail wags, and dog wees.

10.45am : we’re out.  A car goes by, Annie looks wide eyed at it.  It’s going to be one of those days.

We walk through the woods, Annie has her fluffy white tail high, bouncing in the leaves, through the trees, over the fallen trunks, nose in this and that. Back on the lead we walk the path to the field.  We meet a large growly dog and Annie hides behind me and wees.  I walk her away, fully aware that I don’t need to stress her any more than she already is.  We meet a black waggy dog.  This is better.  Nose to nose with waggy tails she greets him and vise versa. We reach the field.

Annie runs, bounces, hops, skips, jumps…………and rolls.  “Oh Annie” escapes my lips once again.  But this time she just doesn’t care.  Every last bit of nasty, foul smelling, disgusting thing she could find on that field she rolled in. My shoulders slump.  She’s loving it.

11.45am: I head home with one rank dog trotting happily by my side.

Now, what should have been a nice walk and a steady afternoon has now turned into a nice walk for Annie, an unwanted bath for Annie, an unwanted soaking for me, 2 carpets vacuumed, 2 carpets washed, and wet dog smell throughout the house.

I love Annie to bits and I know she’s a dog with issues.  She’ll get over them, we love her too much to allow it to rule her forever… but why does she have to wee and roll in poo on my easy day :-/  I’m now off to have a genuine, exhausted, meltdown.

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