What does it mean to “rescue” a dog?

For anyone who doesn’t know me that well, one thing I can’t get enough of is dogs! It all started way back approximately 15 years ago when my parents brought home Winnie, our gorgeous Old English Mastiff puppy. Suddenly my previous fears about dogs evaporated as this cute puppy grew into a giant, slobbering, clumsy oaf with the biggest heart you could imagine. I realised that big dogs really aren’t scary and that I’m happy to just rub that slobber into my jeans rather than freaking out and screaming about the slime that just landed on me. My world was changed.

Winnie being abused by a party hat!

Since then, my lovely Princess Winnie has passed on and my parents have a new pooch in their lives, Rudi the Miniature Schnauzer who has featured on this blog before. Rudi really is the dog’s doo-dahs, he is just so cool! He’s got this great personality which really brightens up everybody’s day and nobody, I mean nobody who meets him fails to fall in love with his cute, beardy grin.

The dude that is Rudi!

My problem is that I don’t live at home any more so dogs pop in and out of my life only briefly and I’m always pining for the waggy tail and chew toys that are missing from my world. I have quite a hectic lifestyle, so for me a potentially good option would be to adopt an older dog; one who is a bit calmer and happy to spend chunks of time on their own without ripping the house to shreds. I’ve looked into this a few times but haven’t yet seen quite the dog for me; a lot of rescue dogs need extra attention due to a traumatic past whereas I need one who is happy with people and dogs from the get-go. What I have done though is spoken to a few rescue centres; initially this was great but recently it’s started to worry me…

I won’t name names but the most recent rescue I contacted really don’t seem to care about the dog I enquired about and I can’t imagine they’d be much different about other dogs. I rang up to check how this particular dog would be if left alone for a few hours at a time and also to understand more about how she is with other dogs (getting on with Rudi is essential). Well, I was told that the dog is living in a kennel centre at the moment and the rescuer really doesn’t know how she’d be if left alone but I could always put her in a crate. I was also told that they think she is ok with other dogs but again, this hasn’t really been tested. So then I asked about the rehoming process and was told that I’d need to go and visit the dog and so long as I liked her, that was pretty much it.

Now you may be wondering what my problem is; well, my problem is this: that dog has been overused for breeding in the past and then dumped. She’s had a hard life. Now, although she has been “rescued”, it seems that the rescue centre are happy to palm her off on anyone who wants her. How do they know my house is suitable and that I have open space for her to go out? How do they know that she will fit my lifestyle? Why don’t they care about my motivations for getting a dog? What about experience? This dog is a bull breed, she could seriously harm another dog if left alone and she turned; when are they going to mention this? Essentially, anyone could pick her up, take her home, mistreat her and then dump her again because actually she wasn’t the right dog for them. Thankfully other rescue centres have been much more thorough and conduct home checks, etc. and then follow up with you about the dog afterwards to make sure everything is ok.

So I am angry and this is my rant; I appreciate that this dog has been rescued from being put down at the pound but I question the point of doing that if she is later to be used and abused again. Surely the point of rescuing a dog is to improve their life, not just move them around, so the rescue centres need to do their best to get to know the dogs and their potential new owners as best they can to ensure this is the case. That’s all, just had to get it out of my system and I’m hoping this little lady is still there when I can visit in 2 weekends’ time! x

The Empty Space You Never Knew Was There

This gloriously long bank holiday weekend just gone, the bf and I were once again dog sitting, however this time it was not my parents’ delectable Miniature Schnauzer, it was a friend’s Beagle. Meet Harry:

Harry - Such a Handsome Boy!

Now I have to admit that compared to the Schnauzer, Harry was a handful. He jumped all over my furniture, left muddy paw prints on my leather sofa and left fur EVERYWHERE! (The Schnauzer doesn’t malt at all!) That’s not even mentioning the walk we went on with said Schnauzer when Harry disappeared into the woods for a good 10 minutes – just long enough to make my dad and I panic that we had really lost him. I could also mention his vile bottom activity, vomiting, stealing other dogs’ toys, keeping us awake at night…but you get the picture!

However, he was so happy to see us every time we entered a room; he snuggled into me on the sofa and generally looked so adorably cute at all times that he had a really calming effect on me. The Schnauzer also has the same effect – and he’s a puppy so has that cute puppy innocence going for him as well.

Both dogs get away with murder and thoroughly mess up my life whilst they’re here but they’re so worth it. As soon as they go I feel sad enough to cry, like someone has stolen part of my core being. It really makes me wonder how I get by day to day without a dog to lavish my affection on and how people live without animals in their lives.

So there it is; the empty space I never notice until its filled. Until I have a lifestyle that lets me fill it, I’ll just keep on dog-sitting as and when people are happy to let me. If you’ve never had a dog, I seriously suggest you go out there and spend some time with one, they are just awesome! x

Blimey – 5 Months Already!!!

Wow! I knew it had been quite some time since my last post but 5 months seems insane – what a time it has been and so much to catch up on.

Run down of events since my last post:

End November – my birthday! Spa hotel and super sexy KG shoes from the boy to celebrate my quarter century…love, love, love!

December – work Xmas party, tres fun, delicious dinner in the Forbury restaurant in Reading, purchase of super fit All Saints leather Jacket – £200 in the sale – half off! Lots of family fun times and Grease in the West End. Rudi, the Miniature Schnauzer enters my parents’ life – absolute bundle of love. Sadly I move out shortly after

January – new year, super healthy, impossible to stick to diet which did nothing at all to help my tummy, just made the world very depressing. Moved out – was told I would be living with a woman, in reality live with a couple and a child most weekends; my idea of hell, looking forward to the next move in June!

February – Valentines fun, a gorgeous meal in Brighton with the Mr and finally a promotion at work!

March – Hard times! Sold the beautiful yet expensive car in favour of an orange Punto with a broken windscreen wiper – boo! Teechers – me, on stage! So yes, more theatre, it keeps cropping up but this time it’s me 🙂

April – not a lot has happened so far but for 1 thing tonight which I want to talk about… Go Karting!

I think it was right at the end of Feb that a group of us from work went Karting at Teamworks in Reading. They have electric karts and the track is fairly small but I smashed it – did really well – until the point where it mattered and I ended up with no podium place; I blame the guy that span me. I was however top performing female by quite a way and the adrenaline was akin to that of an opening night at the theatre. It got me thinking that maybe, should my non existent acting career not work out, I could have a career in racing. In the last few months I have also considered puppy training, opening a cafe, opening a boutique, etc, etc. Something tells me I’m not quite cut out for the office lifestyle!

I had finally reconciled myself with the fact that I didn’t win when I found out that there was karting mark 2, minus the guy who span me last time… oh boy, what an experience that was! Tonight was the most fun night in AGES! This time we went to Premier Karting where they have petrol karts and boy was that the real deal! The track was loads bigger, more fun, the karts were faster and there were more overtaking spaces. I crashed so hard my entire body lifted out of my seat (and luckily landed back in there) – it was immense! The best thing about it was that I made it to the 3rd place on the podium as well – absolute love! So, if anyone knows how I make this a real hobby and find out if I am better than anyone other than my work colleagues, please post as I have made this my new mission. I am an adrenaline junkie – it just so happens I get my kicks when performing in a theatre or on a karting track!

That is it for now, just wanted to get my buzz out there 🙂