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Since I came to live here from the dog rescue in January, I have been settling in nicely.
This week has been busy for me and The Missus says, because of that, she hasn’t been able to get much done.
Today, for instance, I rolled in fox poo when we were out on our walk and had my very first bath. I didn’t like it. Afterward, I ran straight out and jumped in the fish pond so that I would smell nice again.
I have four cats to play with but, I’m not sure they like me as much as I like them. Henry peed in my dog bed this morning and The Missus said, cat pee smells so bad the bed would have to go in the washing machine. However, as I had chewed a lot of my dog bed up, the stuffing was coming out so she had to sew it up with upholstery thread before she could put it in the machine.
Beau is my favourite cat. He is very dog friendly and always comes to see me first when he comes through the cat flap.
I love to collect things from around the house. The Missus says she wouldn’t mind but I have a habit of chewing them up. Because of this, I have to sleep in the kitchen at night and not with the other dogs. So far this week I have enjoyed four dog blankets, the aforementioned dog bed, two pairs of prescription glasses, a skirting board, a set of four vintage buttons, a garden clog, a voodoo doll (don’t ask) , a roll of sellotape, a packet of Customs labels, one of a pair of gardening gloves and a PS3 remote.
I like that Beau and I are sort of colour coordinated
and sometimes we have ‘who has the longest tongue’ competitions. I always win.
I know sometimes I get called a pain in the arse – I think it’s a term of affection – and The Missus says I will ‘mature’ as the other dogs have done so I don’t think she regrets getting me from the refuge because she often asks “who persuaded me to get another dog?” and I think it’s because she wants to thank them.
Today, I have a guest blogger – much more photogenic than me and less verbose.
This is me, my name is Flo. I was found wandering the streets, in the rain, in November.
Somebody took me to the dog pound and when nobody claimed me after ten days I was transferred to the refuge. Luckily, I ended up in a pound with a refuge attached otherwise I might have been put to sleep. I think I might have lived with a family before – the Missus says I’m house trained – but they didn’t think to identify me in any way so the Refuge couldn’t contact them.
The refuge was noisy and a bit scary and I had to share my kennel with a great big labrador who was very friendly but he nicked all the food. The people at the refuge named me ‘Froggy’. The Missus says it must be because of my weird back legs. I don’t know what she means.
The Mister and Missus decided they had space for another dog and they wanted to help out the local Refuge who are always so crowded so they came to choose a dog on New Year’s Eve. There were so many gorgeous dogs they said they had a really difficult choice but, as you can see, I’m stunning, and I know how to get round people so here I am relaxing on the grass which is much more comfy than concrete.
Here is another dog the Mister and Missus were considering. His name is Igloo and I must admit he’s rather gorgeous. I’m surprised he hasn’t been homed yet.
This is me playing with one of my new brothers, Stan, who was also found wandering in the street – by the Missus herself – he was microchipped but when the owner was contacted they said they didn’t want him anymore -he was only 7 months old.
He is actually quite handsome
Here’s my other new brother, Taz, he’s 8 now but he was thrown out of a car at 7 weeks old along with his brother. Luckily, some youngsters saw it and took them into a local vet where, it just so happened, the Missus arrived shortly afterwards with one of her cats and ended up taking him home with her. I am pretending not to be interested in the training treats on offer…..
………….but I couldn’t keep it up!
At the end of the day, I can snuggle up on the sofa and my seven weeks in the Refuge seems like a distant dream.
Our local refuge, in Carcassonne, does a marvellous job but they get very little funding and rely on donations and, of course, on people adopting the dogs (and cats of course!)
I don’t want to be preachy, especially on what is normally a craft blog, but if you are ever looking for a dog to share your life, please don’t forget to consider a rescue dog, it can be so rewarding and you may have saved a life.