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I think I chose the hottest day of the year so far to go and walk some dogs at the dog shelter at Carcassonne yesterday. At first, they thought it might be too hot for the dogs to go out but, a tiny breeze sprung up and it was decided that it would be O.K. as long as we didn’t go too far.
We tested out a dog’s tolerance of cats by taking in him in the cat house to see how he got on. Filou, as the little dog in question is called, didn’t seem bothered at all and the cats seem to sense this as several were rubbing themselves against him and purring and generally being chilled as only cats can be, even in 30 degrees or more.
I took my camera and, because I am in ‘dog botherer’ mode at the moment, as always after a visit to the kennels, you can read more about the dogs I’ve featured by clicking on the photos.
Handsome isn’t he?
I just love those ears.
Gorgeous Gordon who is at a disadvantage here in France because they tend not to like black dogs.
Hopefully these 5 month old beautiful black pups will fare better.
Some were just too shy to come out of their kennels
and some weren’t shy at all!
Normal (sewing, crafting, knitting and general musings) service will be resumed shortly but thanks for reading and for looking at my photos.
I’ve had a bit of cabin fever recently. First, there was some snow. To be honest, not a great deal but we live up a hill which is not pleasant to drive down (or up!) once it is icy so I prefer to stay put unless absolutely necessary. Second, I had a dental implant and was not fit to be seen by the outside world. The inside world wasn’t too keen either but they live with me and had to put up with it. Don’t get me wrong, the procedure to have the implant done was no problem – just in case you’re thinking of having it done and don’t want me to scare you – it’s just that my face was swollen up a bit for a few days, I had an impressive bruise, some stitches which showed between my teeth and almost drove me crazy and a gap while I waited for the temporary crown to be made. No pain though. Plus the swelling plumped my face out somewhat and several wrinkles disappeared although, alas, that was only temporary.
So, using the time spent indoors profitably, I opened a new Etsy shop for my dog collars as they were starting to overtake my current shop and making it look a bit too ‘doggy’. Of course, this will not be a profitable shop because I am doing it mainly to help out the Dog Rescue but I can’t tell you what fun I’m having picking out the designs and trying to persuade my sewing machine that it really doesn’t mind stitching through multi layers of webbing and grosgrain.
I know there are lots of people making dog collars out there but I can’t take any more dogs on – I already have three plus four cats – and I’m a bit far from the Rescue Centre to help with walking the dogs on a regular basis so I wanted to do something else to help.
So I’ve set up ‘Ouaf Ouaf’ (or Ouaf for short) which is what French dogs say instead of ‘Woof’ and will gradually put them on there, along with the bandanas I was making before, as and when I can make them, as well as touting them around friends with dogs (and some without!) and local fund raising events.
I’m having fun taking the photos too as you can see although this dog looks rather more like a hippo which I’m sure don’t cock their legs up to wee but you get the idea.
My favourite cartoon dog of all time. I was chuffed when I found Muttley from Wacky Races on a ribbon.
These collars have caused a bit of a commotion in the house as, every time I finish one and brandish it, chrome D ring clinking, as I like to do, the resident dogs think it’s a sign they are about to be taken out on another walk. I’ve found it easier, in most cases, to take photographs of the collars off the dogs’ necks rather than on but a few modelling assignments have been handed out.
Sometimes, there is just curiosity and my photo shoots attract unwanted attention.
I tried making a sort of double fold bias tape from some Liberty fabric I had in my stash for this one which worked well and might end up being more cost effective than ribbon (especially if I don’t use Liberty tana lawn!!).
No blog post about dog rescue or dog collars is complete without a basket full of puppies of course. Just look at those little faces. Of course, being puppies these little girlies will probably soon find homes but the underlying problem is too many people – and it is a big problem in France – just can’t or won’t sterilize their dogs. Then they let them out to wander around unsupervised and this is the result. You can read their story here but, basically, the mother was rehomed by the Société Protéctrice des Animaux before they introduced a policy to sterilize all female dogs before rehoming and the new owner didn’t bother and this is the second litter of puppies that have had to be rescued from her as a result – the first litter and another three from this one she gave (or sold) to who knows who?
Anyway, I am off to do some vacuuming before Mr. T. gets home from the U.K. and thinks I’ve been doing nothing all week except mess with ribbon and webbing, set up amateur photo shoots and read up about what is good for bruising – arnica cream?? Then I’m going to make a bag – just for a change.
I’ve got three dogs and, although we walk through woods at the back of our garden so they are rarely on a lead, I like them to wear a collar with an I.D. tag just in case. They are micro-chipped but, if they were to get lost, not everybody would bother to take them to the vets and have them scanned whereas they might just phone a number.
I’m always buying new collars for them so I thought I’d have a go at making my own. I ordered all the hardware and spent ages choosing grosgrain ribbon to make the webbing look pretty. This is my first attempt and Flo graciously agreed to be the model on this occasion.. This was a very brief moment of stillness – I chose that ribbon with her in mind.
What do you think? I might start making these, along with my dog bandanas, to help raise funds for the Dog Rescue Carcassonne Group here in France.
Here are some Chelsea Football Club supporters who were recipients of specially requested dog bandanas for Christmas.
I wonder whether they know they support Chelsea?
And not to be too biased towards dogs – after all, I do have cats too, I took this photo of my big pyjama case cat, Henry, avidly watching a programme about cats. I thought animals couldn’t recognise stuff like that but he definitely did.
Please excuse the proliferation of gaming gubbins, wires, speakers, remotes, etc. Nothing to do with me. I only know how to work the telly although, since they moved the satellite, we have to do all sorts of twisty turny technical things to receive t.v. transmissions so I had to get a bit more tech savvy quickly if I wanted to watch Downton Abbey and Broadchurch.
On my recent trip to the U.K., when I was shopping with my daughter, she
forced me persuaded me to buy this outfit. I gave in. Don’t judge me.
As usual, Stan was philosophical about things especially as there was a ball being held aloft for him to lust after.
Flo was more of a struggle which, in the end, proved unequal.
and sometimes, as with Taz, there’s a look in the eyes that tells you a santa hat, let alone a full costume, will not be tolerated.
So, as usual, it’s Stan who proved my best model(allowing me, incidentally, to donate 60 euros so far from the dog bandanas I make in aid of the the local dog rescue) and illustrates my wishes for a Happy Christmas and a Peaceful New Year to all my regular readers, commenters, lurkers, and just dropping byers wherever you are in the world.
Hot on the heels of pole dancing cats here’s another title to tempt you into reading but, this time, it’s for a good cause so I’ll let the dogs do the talking.
Hello! Flo here again, that’s me on the right, occasional guest blogger here.
You may know that, before I was living in the lap of luxury and spoilt to death, I was found wandering on the streets and taken to a dog shelter where the Missus and her family came to find me last New Year’s Day. That’s Stan on the left and he didn’t get as far as a dog shelter because the Missus found him running in traffic and rescued him herself after the registered owner (he was microchipped) didn’t care to have him back. Taz is our other brother and it was a similar story with him. Anyway, the Missus says she can’t possibly adopt any more animals or she will go crazy and, although I can’t begin to understand why that would be, I know she likes to help raise funds for the S.P.A. (Société Protéctrice des Animaux) in Carcassonne, France and she does this with a group called Dog Rescue Carcassonne. You can read about some of the work they do here. Just think, my picture was on there once but I was called Froggy then as they thought the way I sat with my back legs sticking out made me look like a frog. As if!
The Missus likes to sew and she thought she would make some bandanas for stylish dogs, like myself, to wear when we are out to impress. Stan is wearing a rather fetching red one above but, as you can see, I am naked because, although I am the most beautiful of the Missus’ dogs, I can’t possibly stay still long enough to be photographed properly.
So, even though Stan isn’t as gorgeous as me, he will do anything for a tennis ball and, if one is held aloft, he will sit and stare at it forever in the hope that it will eventually be thrown for him. This is what makes him a good model
These fit the sort of collars that our size of dogs wear but the Missus says she will even make them for ‘handbag dogs’ whatever that means.
Then she says she will give the profits to the Dog Rescue Carcassonne to help other dogs find homes and also so that the dogs can be sterilized in order to prevent more unwanted dogs being abandoned and ending up playing with the traffic.
I must say that Stan looks almost handsome and he can’t lose his bandana because his collar threads right through it and, if he rolls in fox poo or goes swimming in the river, the Missus can just wash it in the machine.
That is Stan laughing at the suggestion he might roll in fox poo but I know it’s true because I’ve seen him do it .
I quite fancy that cute one with the deer and owl and kitten so I hope one of those is for me. I don’t know who that is in the photo – perhaps it’s one of those handbag dogs.