Why Wait?

The Spanish have a really bad habit of seeing dogs in danger, and waiting for the law to kick in which typically causes a dog to die, or suffer longer. Now don't get me wrong I am all for the law, and I do stay within the boundaries.... most of the time. However, once in a while we act, and wait for the policia to come asking questions.

We have a call some time ago from a Spanish lady asking for our help, she had watched as her neighbor had got more and more dogs.  Seprona had been called and they removed 32 dogs, leaving the guy with just seven dogs. Slowly these dogs had died from starvation, whilst she sat and waited for the police to get involved. There were just two dogs left, a St Bernard and a Pressa, the reason they survived was they were once so big, and it was taking longer for them to die.

We arrived at the finca, and met with the lady, from our vantage point we could see the dogs, and she explained that he was feeding his goats, and would be gone 30 minutes. As she waffled about what to do, and who to call I looked at my partners in crime and said "Now" One car would head down the track and keep watch whilst I went and got the dogs. The Spanish lady ran for her house, mumbling how we were crazy.

We drove down, parked I threw partner in crime number one over the fence whilst number two kept watch. Number one was armed with dog treats which she flung at the very angry looking pressa, who did not want to be saved. The St Bernard was much more amicable, and he knew what he had to do, he followed and thankfully wasn't that heavy as she threw him over he fence towards me. The Pressa had other ideas, and was having none of it, so he had to be left.

As we threw this bloody great dog in the boot of the car, all I could think to say was "drive drive drive" and off we went. Had we broken the law yes, but I knew all would be ok, because we had also saved a life. Paperwork would be filed, and the law would kick in, taking its usual amount of time. I never understand why people wait, to watch animals suffer and die rather than take the risk.

Bad Reviews

On our FB page we have a review section, and of course I get people that want to rant, and bad mouth me and my charity. Some people question why I leave the review section on there, as it opens me up to the idiots. However, I have no issue with getting bad reviews, as everyone is entitled to their own opinion in the world.

Review sections on pages allow people to have a little mini break down, it is their petty five minutes of fame. Most bad reviews get written after one too many glasses of wine, where the spelling is awful, and the person feels they have done their public service. The reality is, what is written has no relevance to adopting a dog, or my charity, just someone with nothing better to do on a Saturday night.

The person writing the review is simply having a mini tantrum, the review isn't about the dog, it is often about me, and my rudeness, lack of sympathy, and not giving them what they want. These people want to get attention, and when I dont give it to them, they do the " Ok then I will leave you a bad review"

I have considered if the "one star" rating affects my charity, and too be honest, I dont believe they do. If you adopt a dog because of the ratings, then you are adopting for the wrong reasons. So, for the woman who took three months after adoption to compose their one star rating review, and then got their friends to post too.

Sorry I didnt argue with you, but I had better things to be doing on a Sunday morning, such a shame you and your friends didn't as well. Life is far too short to write stupid reviews, if you have a real complaint we can discuss it, but ranting and writing are simply not a good idea!

Extra Hour What's That?

Well this morning everyone got an extra hour in bed, what I got was dogs noses in my face, and cats circling like sharks around the bed. When other people rejoice with shouts of yippee for that extra hour, I think why bother.

Don't get me wrong I tried to get that extra hour, I laid in bed with my eyes firmly closed, pretending I was asleep. Then came the wet nose under the duvet, followed by another, when that didn't get a response they sent in the troops.

The dogs were fooled by the eyes closed plan, however, the cats were far smarter and knew I was trying to trick them. I laid so still, breathing slowly, eyes tight shut in a " I am asleep type way"

I thought I will take a peek and see how many cats had been sent to wake me, there were five all sat staring, I knew I could move slowly, and make it look like I was still asleep. I exhaled quietly, and gently rolled onto my back..... It was then they did the bladder leap.

Anyone with cats will know exactly what I mean, cats have an ability to jump on the prime spot causing you to need to pee NOW. I admitted defeat opened my eyes, to see smug animals giving each other high fives and heading for the kitchen. My extra hour became an extra hour to do stuff, welcome to winter!

Earless Bunnies!

We have Guinea pigs here, for no other reason than taking in unwanted pets, and when some new ones came in the other day the photo went up on FB. Now I have some great friends, and people that help me, including Miss H, who is one crazy, amazing woman, guaranteed to make me laugh, no matter what the situation.

Miss H is a huge stalker, therefore, within minutes of the photo appearing, she was guaranteed to comment. And she did with " Are they bunnies? where have their ears gone???? Now the amount of question marks, typically indicates how stressed she is, the fact there were four meant she was in a panic.

Messages begun to flow, asking who had cut their ears off, and why someone would do that, I then realized, she had no idea what guinea pigs were, and she honestly thought they were earless bunnies. I pointed out to her that they were Guinea pigs, which she had never seen in her life, she had presumed someone had taken a pair of scissors to a rabbit.

Chuckling away to myself, I continued my day, thanking Miss H for brightening my day, she is so special in a window licking sunshine bus way, but I love her.

Please- Don't Speak To Me!

If you have read previous blogs you will understand all about transport days, and how they are stressful, and very long. With everyone that I do, I stand there and do think, I am simply too old for this shit. My body feels like I have been hit by a bus, and it takes me longer to get over them. People also choose to speak to me, why people why!

If you see me stood in an airport I do not look approachable, I have a look of I will stab you with a sharp object if you come near me. I am usually stressed, tired, and preparing to move large quantities of dogs, on my own. So, why is it that every time I get some idiot that want to have small talk with me.

"ooo are they all yours"
"where are you going with all those doggies"
"Arent they just adorable"
"OMG you are amazing"
"oh I wish I could do what you do" errrrrr struggle in an airport with heavy dogs, whilst idiots talk to you, please feel free to do it!

I have even tried the I speak no language at all so please fuck off face, and still they stand with their fingers poking into the dogs, wittering about their one cat they have at home, and how exciting this all is. Do I look excited?

So, this time to avoid the people I struggled all the way to the lift with heavy boxes, and trolleys, gritted my teeth and managed to get in the lift. Then I realized I was stuck, I could not reach the buttons, the doors were closed and the boxes blocking everything. FML I was stuck in a lift... at this point I actually thought I was going to cry.

After 10 minutes of standing there like a twat, wondering how long I would have to be stuck before anyone would notice I was stuck, I managed to stretch over everything and with the tip of one finger pushed the bloody button. I have never been so happy for a lift to move in my life. Lift drama over, I met up with everyone else, and the dogs got walked.

Although I was exhausted, seeing dogs like Lorenzo in his new jumper for transport, heading off to his new home, makes it very worth it. Dogs like him, is why we do this, why we give up sleep, and get stressed... roll on the next transport.

Roll On November

Stumpy is in my house as he us too small for the kennels and he has reminded me why I hate puppies. Don't get me wrong he is cute, fluffy and funny, however, he is a puppy. This means that at any given second he turns into the Tasmanian devil, spinning at high speed throughout the house, causing chaos wherever he goes.

My oldies hate him as he leaps on them wants to play and spends hours tugging on their ears. Three of the smaller oldies have taken refuge on my bed at night as he cannot get on there. So he circles the bed like a great white waiting for an opportunity to leap on them.

Stumpy has an amazing home to go to and I'm counting down the days for our house guest to leave. He has reminded me 100% why I love oldies and dislike puppies. His endless energy and playful ways are cute for around 14.7 seconds and then I want peace.

Lovely as he is...... How many days until he leaves .....

We Will Take Them Back....

When you adopt a dog from me, it states clearly in the adoption contract we will take the dog back if you no longer want it anymore. It also states that if you abandon our dog, I will hunt you down and kill you, well no it states I will prosecute, but I wish it could say the first thing! Which bit of please get in touch with us do people not understand.

Returning a dog always causing me to go Oh fuck, mainly because it causes so much stress to the dog, but also it is a logistic nightmare, however, we will sort this out. Some people really try and give it a long time, but for so many reasons it is simply not a fit. Sadly then the dog has to come back, and it is found another home.

I must say that doesn't happen very often, but when it does and we all work together to get he dog the right home. These people I have time for, I can see that they have tried, and that they have contacted us for help. The people I don't understand are the ones that don't want the dog, and instead of contacting me they get their vet to kill the dog.

Firstly, you are a horrible person to agree to any vet killing one of our dogs for no reason, and secondly your vet would have broken every law as that dog is likely to still be chipped to me. So last week when I received the typical message of..... "my dog arrived, and my vet said it was emaciated, and should never have been let into the country" I replied with the standard, "your vet is a knob, the dog is underweight, but not emaciated, and all she needs is time, love and food"

Two days later I messaged to see how Piper was, to be told very flippantly, "oh my vet decided to let her go" I actually felt sick when I read that, please NEVER make it sound better when you kill a dog, you did not let it go you KILLED it. Why??? because some vet said it was the right thing to do. This woman did not ask me to take the dog, she did not ask for my help, she broke the contract, and the vet broke the law.

I asked her for the vets details she refused, I am taking this further, and the police have been informed. This woman and a vet killed my beautiful, happy dog, because she was unwell off transport. I let Piper down by trusting this woman when she told me she would care for her, All I can say is sorry Piper <3