Judy-Teen continuing her campaign to be friends with all the world.
Dale enjoying a little smooch, I think.
Finally, after a long, long gap and a lot of soul searching I admitted to myself that there’s a massive hole in my house where there should be at least one dog. I’ve finally gotten past that place where I felt I didn’t want a different dog, I wanted Timmy, Izzy, Chloe and Shiloh back, all together.
It’s been a difficult path because I live alone and work full-time. Not an ideal candidate as an adopter. I did call Dog’s Trust recently, told them my situation and was assured there can be exceptions made for special needs dogs. And that they had some, why not come up and visit. I went all the way up to their premises on the bus, full of hope. I was introduced to three dogs in particular, allowed to meet them and stroke them and start falling for them.
Then… the form filling and a long wait, watching people arriving to pick up their new babies and depart, complete, happy new families. Hopes growing. Only to be told I am not a suitable candidate. I was devastated. I left the premises and couldn’t find the bus stop to get back, walked miles along a country road with no path, in tears. I eventually got to a main road and flagged down a taxi. The driver was so worried, he thought something terrible had happened to me. I certainly felt that it had.
But I am stubborn. I started contacting rescue groups, mostly with the same result. However, one group did come back to me with a request to foster two dogs who were proving difficult to home due to their size, age and attitude. They could not be placed with children because they apparently had never been house trained. They were typical small dogs with the behaviour issues that could be expected when they had never been taught anything.
These two mini powerhouses arrived today for fostering. Approximately 6/7 years old. I just can’t get over how tiny they are, compared to my previous sweethearts, I think the two of them together just about equal the mass of Shiloh’s head.
They are at present extremely timid and scared. Rory expresses stress by trying to bully Rocco. Rocco’s eyes are dirty, he limps. They pee everywhere, what have I let myself in for?
This rose bush is another dumpster rescue.
The Big Guy with his favourite Kong
I just loved the way these two snuggled up on the couch – he’d just landed after a 19-hour trip from New York to Dublin (held up in the airport at both ends because of heavy snow).
Some years ago, Dudley the Boxer came to visit Baskerville Manor. The Elder Statesman pretended not to notice him flying about because he didn’t want anybody to know he was getting on in years and couldn’t keep up with those young folk, but Princess Chloe the First was on for the chase