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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.
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.