High cross Steam Fair 17/06/18 Flyball Competition – Spending time with my dad.

First of all a happy Fathers day to All Flyball dad’s. Mine came to watch me flyball today.

Today’s post is a little different, there will be less Snark 🐊🐊 because I was a little gem πŸ…

So this morning everyone gets up early. I toddle downstairs with mum and curl up in a sleeping bag that mum is waiting to wash. Dad asked me if I wanted to go flyball, I just looked at him with a sleepy look and went back to sleep. I was a good girl and didn’t bark when mum and dad started putting things in bags.

We drove to a strange place lots of dogs πŸ• yep flyball, but they had these weird things that produce steam. Mum and dad were complaining that my “Bum smelt” yeah right of course my butt smells of Roses πŸ’β˜’β˜’

Mum and dad then spent the next hour getting me in and out of the car saying “come on girlie do a poo for mummy” I was there when she announced to the whole team I had been and waving two smelly bags around 🀫🀫 mum PLEASE.

So I came and sat with mum for a bit. She normally does this in short bursts so that I stay nice and calm before race time. BUT because I was such a good girl I got to sit out with mum instead of listening to dad snoring in the car 🀩🀩 lots of nice smells around.

I did sing the song of my people as you can see in the picture above. But I handled being around so many dogs very very well.

So then we raced. I did try and escape. Introduce myself to the other team and see if their lane was better by running up it. But I was also a little superstar. I ran up got my ball, went back to mum and didn’t hardly get any lights. Mum was really really happy and I got to keep racing loads. I think I only got one light.

Then mum took me to see my dad. He bent down gave me a huge cuddle and a cheeky bit of burger. I was a happy girl.

After a rest and a cuddle and a sleep with my dad. Mum came back with a toy and my dad and I played with it. Silly daddy bit his tongue though.

I went back to Race again. I cheered my team on as I was having a race out. This time when I raced there was a really nice smell at the box so I decided to stop and sniff instead of grab and run.

Then it was all over and mum was taking my harness off. She told me that we had come fourth. BUT that our team had run a personal best. Under thirty seconds. Wow no wonder I was so tired. My friends and I have run our paws off.

We drove home and now I’m a sleepy puppy on the sofa. I had a really good day today. I enjoyed my daddy time. And I didn’t have to sit out so many races because I couldn’t focus.

Fleabert (or an angel clone of her πŸ’πŸ’)


Earls Barton Mad Mutts Flyball competition, a tale of burger vans, new tuggy and Asbo mayhem.

So this morning mom got up with the alarm she usually gets up with dad aka as far too early. I thought we would go back to bed but no mum started getting dressed so I sulked. Then she started packing my flyball gear then she started asking if I wanted to go and do flyball and I gave her a sleepy wag.

So we leave the house to meet Auntie Fi, I hadn’t had enough sleep and mom hadn’t had enough coffee so we were both quiet. I could hear my friends barking in the van but I was too tired to chat back.

After a while we arrived at this place, omg SHEEP. the smells. Mum took me to Ferns van and I went into the crate to rest up a girl likes her sleep you know 😏 and Fern is a fantastic napping partner.

After a top notch nap mum came and took me for a walk, there were lots of dogs and I could see they were racing. Mum did some training with me and I was a nice calm girl. I’m still not totally comfortable around so many dogs but when the dogs appeared so did food so all good. I enjoyed all the smells around the place, filled my nose with all sorts of smells. Would you believe I met a pig? 🐷🐷 well sort of mum wouldn’t let me go close but I saw it from a distance.

So I went back to the van for another nap. Mum came and took me for another walk but wow this time she gave me a fluffy tuggy. Yes!!!! Happy river. Mum twirled the tuggy so much that she made herself dizzy 😜😜. We went and sat by the ring and although I did shout a bit me and mom handled things like a team πŸ™ŒπŸ™Œ

So finally we got race πŸŽπŸ…I went out of the ring to do a Zoomie. Forgot I needed to up and get my ball, And went up and barked at the other dogs. Mom trod on my paw. But I did an awesome run back and slammed straight on my new tuggie. At the end of the first session I took myself out of the ring for a drink I was too hot. Mom made me walk through a puddle of water but I was cross with her for splashing my belly 😑😑.

My friend jade sometimes leaves the ring to go and find the burger van. But I was lucky I got to lie in the shade AND smell all the yummy smells like bacon and sausage πŸ₯–πŸ₯¨πŸ– and keep cool bonus.

I spent some time under the picnic table with my mate Dotty after mum got under the table with me to show me what to do. She had to wriggle out pretty quickly when it was time to race again 😏😏 honestly humans!

After our first set of races I was tired and went back for a snooze on the cool mat and a nice long drink. The humans sat around talking and had lunch. I could hear them laughing and talking. After a break we raced again. This was when I messed around a little but there were other dogs to bark at. Then racing was over and the humans went off to congratulate each other I mean really us dogs did all the running.

I was so tired after such a long day I fell asleep in the van on the way home. I was very happy to see my sister and still had enough energy to Zoomie around the garden. When can we go and flyball again mum.

River 🐾🐾

Banbury cross Starters Competition – Commentary from River.

After a fairly late drive down to Banbury in the pouring rain. A team effort pitching our tent. Thank you Hayley and Fiona πŸ’œ and a fairly decent nights sleep. My sister and I have to stage a jailbreak at least once in a camping trip (mom = πŸ™„πŸ™„), So we went to announce our arrival to the locals across the way. Thanks again Fiona for catching the big one #heartinmouthmoment. Racing was delayed until 10am, which was fine because I’m not a morning person and got to have extra cuddles in bed.

We went to stand with our team. I decided to shout at the dogs in the ring. Dogs who were passing. Pretty much everyone. Mom kept walking away and making me look at her. Heard her telling dad I have a beautiful watch. Actually I will do anything for that beautiful liver cake. The minute she switches to normal treats it’s game over. That watch command mom sorry but no chance.

So then we raced, well I’m not used to so much space. And there’s other dogs in the other side. I wanted to go and meet them. And I wanted to do zoomies. Unfortunately mom got wise to this and stationed people at all the exits, what’s a girl to do? I would try and fly at them but then threw myself on the ground in a dive that would make a footballer proud. One race mom tries to send me up to Fiona but one of my friends had dropped her ball so I just took and run off.

Mom took me away to the tent. Dried me off and then I had a cuddle with dad. Then it was time to go again. Moms body language was a bit more relaxed when we came out. She was playing tuggy with me and laughing.

We had three more races and mom was screaming her head off and running away really fast. In my last race mom was really happy as I brought my ball all the way back.

I went back to our tent and had a big sleep with dad (dad did a lot of sleeping on Saturday) I thought it was rude not to keep him company. Mom disappeared for a while she came back and started making all those noises she makes when I’ve done something really good. She pinned this orange thing to my flyball harness gave me a kiss and then told me what a clever girl I am. She told me to go and show my dad. He then made all of those happy noises too.

We then packed up our tent and went home. I was fine with that their bed is way more comfortable than the one we sleep on while we are camping. Mom gave me some of that orange gunk in my tea last night, this morning She’s going on about how glad she is that I’m not stiff or anything. Mom would also like to thank the ladies who guarded the road to freedom. Personally I wanted to do zoomies so I wasn’t happy 😏😏.

So a quiet day it is today I’ve earnt it.


Fleabert aka River πŸΎπŸ’πŸΆ

Fleabert loves to Flyball. (Although she fits right into Keresley K9 asbo team)

An off hand comment from one of River’s foster moms’ about her being suited to Flyball has come to fruition this weekend as River competed for the first time with the Keresley K9 starter team.

We knew through the wonderful Sioux at Suki’s canine Rescue, of a local flyball team called the Keresley K9’s. After chatting with Fiona for a while I decided that River needed some more basic training. My work schedule didn’t allow for me to commit regularly to training and the time wasn’t right.

When River was two I again approached Fiona and she told me that the K9’s were on the move to a new training ground. So after Xmas she could go and try out.

We have never looked back…..

River loved her first training session!!!! If she hadn’t we would never have gone back. But we did. Again and Again and Again.

Doing flyball with a reactive dog can be a challenge some days. But the benefits she gets from flyball outweigh absolutely everything. After this weekend I have to admit that I am a total Flyball addict. It’s as good as jumping off a sky diving platform and the adrenaline rush was amazing.

We have been training with Keresley since January but only really on a consistent basis since March.

In that time my girlie has socialised with other dogs. River has made new dog friends. She’s found a new Zoomie partner in Primrose and also learnt that being separated from the German Shepard who helped raise her isn’t such a bad thing at all. From my perspective I’ve gained a family. we belong πŸ’šπŸ’šπŸ’š

Best of all she gets some mummy time with me πŸ–€ it’s hard being a dog mom or dad who works away. You miss them like crazy. Sundays are mom and river time.

I am lucky I guess my girlie has taken to Flyball like a duck to water. I couldn’t be prouder of her.

This weekend we competed at Banbury cross starters competition. After splitting the entry fee fairly between those of us competing we grabbed our camping gear and set off with our dogs. I was always a little nervous. River was an unknown quantity in this team and despite reassurances I was worried about what might happen.

It was wet and cold. River didn’t show the form she had In training but can I really blame her for that. The simple answer is no! She went off to do zoomies, she went to visit the other team (heart in mouth moment) and then in the last run it all clicked. She sprang up the jumps, got her ball, ran back and produced her best run of the competition.

Fourth Place in our Division.

But is it really about winning rosettes? Let’s face it they are nice. We are proud of all of our team who all did their part and made it happen.

It’s about the dogs doing a sport they love and having fun.

So we are Keresley K9’s for life. We love the sport and we would also like to thank Fiona and Val for their quick thinking and creative training ways that make each session fun and entertaining.

From my perspective I’m a socially awkward person, who doesn’t find dealing with people easy (a bit of a laugh when you know what job I do). I am so grateful for your support when my dog is being a reactive pain in the ass or when she gets a light in competition. I am grateful to be accepted for what I am and i am grateful that my girl loves to Flyball.

Next competition at the end of May I’m ready ready ready!!! River is always ready. I’m stoked and excited. We are the Keresley Asbos!!!!! And we Zoomie loud and proud.

Rivers take on our previous competition is on a separate post.


Flyball Fidge

An open Letter to the Ceo of Battersea dogs home

Dear Ms Horton, 

I read your article in the Huffington post with a sinking heart and to be frank felt that it was incredibly biased.


If you had actually spoken to a reputable rescue, and asked how we actually do things and then informed your readers on what to look for, your article would have not looked like an attempt to stitch up those of us who do things the right way.

So let me introduce you to my little Spanish girl, top dog in the picture. She along with her brother was dumped into a plastic bag and left to die. She was rescued by one of our supporters and brought into rescue. She was given all the vaccinations we give ENGLISH DOGS, microchipped to the rescue, given a pet passport, and two rabies vaccinations. They are also tested for Mediterranean diseases and Leishmaniasis.

She travelled back to the UK, with her hero my other half, before this could happen she was cleared to travel by a vet. Our rescue sends dogs overseas using reputable transport companies via the Traces system. How do I know this, every one of our dogs I casework is issued one of these I deal with them on a daily basis. 

I found this picture online and to me it says it all. This is why I do overseas rescue. My inbox is full of happy adopters who are giving a second chance to one of our dogs. But let me tell you rescue is a blessing, I feel honoured to be involved but some days it’s downright soul destroying.  When the week hasnt even begun properly and we have had litters of puppies left in the sun to die, or a pregnant bitch that is very very thin and due to give birth, or someone happens across an ex hunting dog that has been hung from a tree to die. And this is never ending it’s all day everyday. We had to say that we could not take anymore dogs in, when was the last time battersea did that? 

I’m not denying that people do what you have said in your article, not in the slightest, they do it in the UK too, that latest fashionable cross of two breeds bred in someones house for a few hundred quid, without proper vaccinations or vet checks dies or ends up with lifelong illnesses. But people need to do their own research on organisations and people they choose to adopt from and make sure rescue back up is offered.  Just as people should research the breeds they are looking to adopt, do their homework on training and socialisation and actually make time for their pet and not expect a rescue dog to arrive with no issues and perfectly well trained.

Rescue is hard enough Ms Horton, especially for those of us who don’t have Paul o grady at our facility helping to rehome our dogs. Perhaps you could come out to Spain and see what we do? Volunteer in our kennels for a week. Surely the dogs come first? 

Kind regards

Anne Marie Chinn.

I spoilt my puppy Shame on me!Β 

First off this is my first blog post of the new year so happy new year to you πŸ˜ƒ.

So in August we adopted a 7 month old puppy from Spain.  We had met her and fallen in love and looking back it was a rush decision.  To give a little background on our bundle of Joy her name is River.  She is a pointer mix. She was rescued by a lovely lady from a building site in some pretty nasty circumstances related to plastic bags (I’m sure you get the picture). 

I have always adopted rescue dogs that are older.  It’s lovely to see an oldie running around like a youngster, so taking on a pup was a first for me.  Our little girl has a very strong personality and could see sucker written all over our faces. She was uncouth, unmannered, unwalkable and wild as a wolf.

She chewed everything in sight even her big sisters face 😲.

One day I was doing some charity work and met a lady I had been trying to contact for some time as her facebook page had said she did puppy classes. We talked through Rivers issue’s and then she said to me it sounds like she”s bored.  I admitted that she had not long come out of season and had not been out much due to her behaviour.  My angel of training asked me to commit to at least half an hours walk plus training and scent games.

The following day I was out with kyla my German shepard.  And I came across my angel of training walking her dog and a clients dog.  We walked and talked mainly about River fishtailing on the lead. She showed me an hour long walk I could do with the girls and put me onto a product called the k9 bridle.  I had been considering a halti but in the future I will be using one of these.  All of a sudden I had a dog I could walk!!!!!! 😍😍😍😍😍.

We started doing that walk every single day.  Some days I would think I really don’t want to do this today but I would push myself to do it.  With the k9 bridle and lots of training in place River changed. She was a happy little soul, and with lots of treats floating around willing to do most things.

The thing is I used to complain that I didn’t get to spend enough time in the woods being a pagan that was my place.  Now I spend upto two hours everyday out in the company of my girls. And the best thing is they get time alone with me.  Kyla is working her recall skills, with mixed results especially when squirrels are around.

River Is learning to walk nicely on a lead, enjoying meeting new dogs and making friends, and she is learning to chase squirrel’s πŸ˜‚ she also enjoys all the smells and sounds in the woods.

As for me I’m a lot more relaxed now. After the walk is done the girls are tired and happy and I can get on and do what it is I need to do.  I am meeting new people every day and making four legged friends.  This is heaven for someone who loves dogs.

I’m learning how to cope with both girls out together.  It can be a little stressful but having brought a 10m lead for river will mean that she can play with her friends and work on her recall until it’s safe to let her off.

I feel guilty though I stopped walking my dogs as I didn’t feel I could handle them but I loved them enough to seek advice and to try different things.  It’s a great feeling as an owner to have the tools to be able to be in control.  I used to panic when river used to fishtail near the road scared she would pull out of her harness and get hurt.  Now she sits and waits until it’s time to go.  Looking back it seems so simple but when your stressed and your puppy is running round the bedroom at four in the morning I guess it’s difficult to think rationaly.

Looking back we spoilt her.  We showered her with love and kisses, but you know the saying spare the rod and spoil the child.  I believe it’s the same with dogs.  She’s still spoilt she gets lots of treats.  Frozen kongs full of yummy goodies. She deserves all that and more but I think we let our hearts rule our heads a bit.  Every child needs discipline as well as love.

Next stop working that nose of hers.we know of a lady who makes scent kits and I cant wait to get madam one. 

Ciao Fidge

(Enjoying puppy time πŸ™„)

The Worst Part of being a Dog owner πŸ˜Ÿ


In actual fact it pretty much sucks.

Last week we faced what is the worst day in a dog owners life that final journey.  and man it’s painful.  but let me rewind back to the week before.  

I had been preparing myself for this for quite some time and when you get to that point in a dogs life each vet visit is met with an impending sense of doom. 

Things had progressed on since our last visit and I walked in and told the vet my concerns.  I was quite shocked when he suggested a stronger form of painkiller.  and reminded me that I kind of jumped the gun a bit earlier in the year.

Don’t get me wrong I loved my boy to the moon and back, but I also know that I can’t be selfish and have to do the right thing and in my pets best interests.

We spent a week with a wobbly dog who was clearly miserable and after speaking to the vets on and off during that week I called and asked for my vet to call me I wanted to cut these drugs out.  

That day we had a lovely day and I’m thankful for it.  I spent the day watching TV curled up with all three dogs and benji lay at my feet as he had done for years. around 5pm he attempted to stand up, he cried out which he never did he never showed pain. the rest Is far too painful to write but that visit ended in us letting him go.  there was nothing else we could do it was the only option.

I won’t go through the whole process I don’t want to upset anyone.  I wanted to share our last moments.  I left the room to get the vet and he tried to get off the table to follow me old faithful 😘.

I was determined to share one last experience with him and I knew that he loved reiki.  so I opened up and gave him the reiki he loved so much.  he was at peace and then he was gone. in love and light as it should be.

Both the girls had known.  for ages they had taken turns to comfort him and lie with him.  I think I knew as well.  the evening of his passing our 9 month old puppy had tried to snap him out of the funny turn he was having by nipping him and barking in his face.  our German Shepard assumed guard mode by the door.

I tried to tell myself I was okay, but I wasnt really.  I tried to be strong for the girls. P who were just as heart broken as we were.

One of the things we loved about benji was what we called his victory roll.  it never failed to make me smile.  and when we got back from holiday In august he was on his back victory rolling with delight.  not long after we lost him we were sat in the kitchen and river did a benji victory roll exactly as he used to do.

Now you could argue that she learnt that from him and I have no doubt she did but it certainly means that his memory will live on.  just as he assumed certain traits attributed to kai his previous friend sleeping in my washing pile was one of them.

I think each time you loose a dog you learn something.  benji was the only dog in the house for quite some time before the girls came along.  I will never do that again, he developed such a bond with kyla and I know that rivers puppy antics gave him great pleasure and he watched her with a twinkle in his eye. I wish he could have had that earlier.  

I totally understand that people say oh I could never have another dog it hurts too much and it does.  but believe me your dog doesn’t feel that way.  I have heard of dogs hanging on waiting and I knew that benji was waiting for the girls to take over.  kyla was a headstrong silly girl until river arrived then she became a leader.  

Ive been blessed with three dogs as an adult four if you count river and they have all been amazing loyal companions.  I could never imagine not having a dog in my life.  But that loyalty comes at a price and it’s so so high.

I threw myself into my rescue work.  He inspired me to do it every single day.  his story is in a previous post and I treasure it because it shows just how much he gave me back.  rescue is good for the soul.

If your reading this post then your obviously a dog person like me.  I usually have a meaning to every post I write and I think this time I will let you take from it what you will.  I can remember having a conversation with my son about rainbow bridge in which he described it in vivid detail for his age.  I was captivated and comforted.

I know this post is kind of sad but it’s also a celebration of a second chance well lived and a testement to an amazing friend.

Much love 

Anne-Marie πŸ•



So the Christmas season is approaching us and I thought I would do my bit for rescues everywhere by writing about the reality of owning a puppy in the hope that when people are researching getting a puppy this crops up and once reading this account they at least have a good think before rushing out and getting one.

Don’t get me wrong having a puppy is a great experience but it is HARD work.

I blame the movies it’s the same story over and over again.  Child desperately wants a puppy, but always gets one at the END of the movie why? So they don’t have to show you the reality.  Or the puppy is naughty and it is all hearts and flowers because “oh what a loveable scamp” Pah watch this space!!!!!!

Soooo without further ado let me tell you our story…

Back in August this little black and white bundle fell for my other half and we decided she would fit right into our family.  well I say fell for my other half but perhaps she saw that we had sucker written on our foreheads. We named her River.

This picture swayed our decision.  HEIKE SINSBECK is the photographer.  My other half went to get her and brought her home.


I did wonder if somewhere along the line he had swapped our cute sweet little puppy for a velcoraptor!!!! πŸ™ˆπŸ™ˆπŸ™ˆ

See the princess tag? Within two weeks I couldn’t look at it without laughing!

 So without further ado here are my pointers for owning a puppy.

1/ Stock up on Enzyme Cleaner!!!!

Even a house trained puppy can slip back, and that’s what happened with River, we would let her out goodness how many times a day and would still find smelly and wet suprises on the living room carpet.  It got to the point where we would even treat the adult dogs for going to the toilet in the garden.  Which resulted in some funny looks from them I can tell you.   Get excited when your puppy goes in the Garden it means you won’t have to clean it up.  Our turning point? A piece of astroturf training aid.  Muchas gracias sioux 😘.

2/ They have no manners or boundaries

Puppies don’t know what’s expected of them they jump up on you when you get home, try and steal your food from your plate, bite on your sleeves, jump all over you, chase and bark at the cat, and if your really lucky they work as a team with your slightly geriatric older dog to ensure that you can never leave any food in the oven as it won’t be there when you get back!!!!! A whole pan of mince gone in the ten mins it took me to go to the shop!!! I’m not joking.

We have three dogs and we do everything in pack order, benji, then Kyla then River.  If your going to get a puppy please make sure you research basic obedience, work to ensure your puppy is socialised with other dogs, and figure out what you need to teach your puppy to ensure they are a well behaved well mannered dog!

A picture of the Oven raiding team.

3/ Try and puppy proof your home.

This is easier said than done.  Puppies chew absoloutly every thing.  River seems to favour smelly socks! 😝😝😝😝 it’s disgusting! The straw that broke the camels back was when she chewed a rather intimate object from ann summers.  Need I say more? Adopt a puppy and you get a set of teeth πŸ‘Ή so lock up your valuables and anything you wouldnt like to see in the mouth of your puppy.

4/ Get used to saying “No” or “get down” a lot!

She chews things she shouldn’t,  she chases the cat along the work surfaces and scavages anything she can get her four paws on.  we say no 100 times and she will still do what we have told her not to!

5/ puppies have soooo much energy.

You know that time of night when your getting into bed? your tired and you just want to chill.  well your puppy will think that is playtime.  running round the bedroom jumping all over you and has been that way pretty much since you woke up this morning.  puppies have tons of energy and I’m not even joking.

So that’s my tips on puppies there is more I could say but ultimatly I wrote about what i felt was most important.  Having a puppy is also rewarding as well.  they are loving and eager to please and great fun to watch.  I guess we are lucky because mama Kyla has taken our puppy under her wing.  

Puppies are hard work but it won’t last forever.  as long as you are consistent with your puppy and show them who is Alpha then chances are you will be fine.  don’t let your puppy rule the roost you will be creating a monster one that could backfire and end up in rescue once the problem gets too hard to handle.

don’t get me wrong I love my girl to the moon and back but I never got what I expected and wished I had been more prepared.

Have fun and enjoy!

Ciao Fidge 

(Bedraggled Puppy mom) 

A new chapter – Caseworker for Axarquia Animal RescueΒ 

So I have this Friend who lives in Valez in Malaga,  we met through a mutual friend, and just recently I flew out to see her.  Now I knew about her work with Axarquia Animal Rescue (AAR) through talking to her, and I did ask if we would visit the kennels while we were there.  I think I had some vision of mucking out kennels or taking some dogs for a walk or something along those lines.

We were met by the sounds of barking and the back of a cat who seemed to be the only person who wasn’t bothered by the heat πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ and as you can see lots of dogs who were very pleased to see us.

I won’t go into mega amounts of detail about the guys who run the riogordo kennels except to say they were awesome and after visiting I wanted to be a part of the team.

Our visit was also very memorable because of this little lady……..

When we met, her name was lady, she’s a beautiful little pointer cross puppy.  You’ve probably already guessed what’s coming she is coming to live with us in the UK.   Now I’m slightly nervous she’s younger than any dog I’ve ever had before but she’s an old soul and she chose us.  She followed us out as if to say “are we going home now?” Her name is now River.  

She didn’t have a fantastic start in life, I won’t go into details but it was life or death.  And despite everything she has a beautiful personality, a sunny nature and a maturity beyond her years.

So in addition to the new addition I signed up to be a caseworker for the rescue.  A caseworker makes sure the healthcare needs of the animal are met and that everyone on the planet knows they need an amazing forever home.

Enter foxy (aar 1539) 

She was abandoned with her siblings and is now currently looking for a new home. Her foster mom adores her, and you know what hats off to anyone who fosters because the one time I tried it I ended up Adopting the slinky little baggage I just couldn’t let go.
You wouldn’t believe how much time i spend thinking about this little soul.  I’m not alone, no one in rescue seems to sleep and now I know why.

Another pup that’s stolen my heart this week is Tulay (aar 1561) 

Again not wanted, taken away from her mum before her eyes were even open.  She’s been poorly, fighting for life, a survivor just like my River and little Foxy.

  The thing is as much as Tulay also dominates my thoughts, I wish that I could rescue her mum πŸ˜”πŸ˜” I actually worry about what sort of life she has and how she’s treated.  One of the reasons that I am a big advocate of spaying female dogs.

Here are a few more guys looking for their forever homes (sorry I know it’s emotional blackmail 😊) 

Please take a look.  There are over 6o dogs in rescue and more on the waiting list it’s heart breaking.

Ferdy (aar 1517)

 He is two years old and is really quiet he likes his own company and has no problem being on his own he is very refined and will not jump up people although he does do a happy dance when he sees you,  he has lost part of his tongue properly for an encounter with a processionry  caterpillar also he doesn’t bark very often he has barked maybe twice in three months.
Look at that face…… got room in your heart and home for this handsome Podenco?

 How about these guys? 

INDI (AAR 1149)

MIKE (AAR 1528)

Pancho (AAR 1207)

Kitty (AAR 1418) 

TILLY (AAR 1443)

Bracken (AAR 1152) 

Merry (AAR 1552) 

Chui (AAR 1554)  

BEAU (AAR 1538) 

There are so many more, heres the link to the gallery to see the guys i couldnt put here. You can find their stories and all their details.  Behind each dog is a dedicated caseworker who will work with you to adoption and beyond.  And those guys are simply amazing.  Above and beyond doesn’t even begin to cover it.


If your still reading thank you so much, please direct any enquiries to the website. 
I want to shout out the the Foster Carers, a lot of the dogs who come through the doors are puppies.  Many far too young to be away from their mom and these guys gear up for long nights of syringe and bottle feeding, the pup you see is a tribute to their dedication and sleepless nights. And I’ve not heard a complaint yet.

Please have a look at the website below. We need foster carers and we need caseworkers too.  Even a like on the Facebook page and sharing an appeal for a forever home can help.  That’s how I started.


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