Floyd, ex Bobby
18 June 2015 was my big day though it did seem a bit odd. The people I met last week came and took me for a long car ride and then into their home. There waiting for me was the lovely dog I met last week. She showered me with licks. I did what only comes naturally in such circumstances with a bloke, . . . I cocked my leg on a house plant!! Apparently not the right thing to do! Then they have this box where little people live inside it and make noises. All very odd. But I am learning and loving being free and loved again.
Wow! I get loads of walks every day and guess what? They even took me to a place where there's loads of water you can't drink - very salty - and we were able to play and swim. I think I am in heaven! My new Mum says she can't believe I've only been here such a short time as I've integrated very well. I think that's a good thing.
UPDATE: My name is now Floyd and I have acquired a passport and now live in the UK with my family. Life is very good.
Well, Elsa's foster home did not last very long - it became her permanent home! Just like her own integration into the household - the decision also took all of 30 seconds! "Should we keep her? Yes, we should."
She is one of 13 dogs, all of which live in and around the house. She has become a beautiful, reliable member, able to run off the lead through the vineyards, along with the other 8 "reliables". Her veterinary needs are being taken care of - and she has been sterilised and had some cysts removed. All in all, one very lucky girl - and a joy-giver par excellence!
Finally, I have found my forever home. I'm in heaven sharing it with another dog who loves to play, 4 children and two adults who think I'm the bees' knees but who also show me my boundaries - and this makes me very happy.
I am a member of the walking teams and was at the refuge on a Thursday as usual. Just before we finished Mel and I went to the back kennels. There was a little black puppy that had been brought in by two girls that afternoon and abandoned. I looked at this sorry soul who was sitting by the door shivering. The whites of her eyes were showing and her pink puppy tummy. I can’t resist a puppy tummy! I went to talk to her and she growled - so lots of pluck! When she was let out into the run she cowered in the corner so I went to talk to her again and she was timid but let me stroke her and make a fuss. It was at that moment that I knew I had to foster her. I hadn’t particularly been looking to foster, but it was that vital moment of a match. A quick discussion with Mel and it was decided that we would take her into the care of Les Amis and she would live with me until she was older and we could find her a loving home. Unfortunately I could not take her immediately so my husband went with Mel the next day to pick her up. By now, she had been let into the run with the other bigger dogs and was now limping. She came with Pat and Mel with no fuss.
She met our two Irish Wolfhounds, Hascot and Doughal, without a moment’s worry. She looked around her new place and obviously liked it. She then ate her supper, curled up on a rug and went to sleep. Even with that short time in the refuge, she was completely exhausted, as so many refuge dogs are.
Hascot decided the best form of defence was to ignore her completely, even when she sat on his head! Doughal was a little more interested and they have developed a good relationship and play well together. Hascot is beginning to take notice but still very tolerant of the whirlwind that flies around.
We took her to the vet and she was healthy and had her vaccinations updated. We did have a slight worry that she was limping and her back legs had a tendency to collapse. It took a little time but these have now completely resolved.
Thus it was that she wheedled her way into our home, into our hearts and into our lives. And so her foster home, became her adoptive home.
She has now been sterilised from which she made a full and energetic recovery. She loves the two boys and plays with them in the garden. Walks in the forest, leaping all over the place, running sniffing and enjoying herself but never goes too far, keeping us or Doughal in sight. She comes when called most of the time. Happy all the time and clearly likes people and always settles near or touching one of us. Neither Perdy nor we have looked back. We have definitely adopted her!
Christmas was approaching and there was no interest in adopting Ulysse. The kennels where he was staying were full over the Xmas period - and therefore the people running the kennels were also fully committed. We needed somewhere urgently for Ulysse to go. An appeal on Facebook brought a number of interested people. The "winners" were up in the mountains beyond Pau. Ulysse was going to spend Xmas there . . . and he did . . . very successfully . . . so much so that he stayed and became a delightful part of their family. Failed fosterers abound - and we are always happy when they do! For Ulysse we know that he has finally found the love, the care and the family life he needs.
Sometimes things happen for a reason. Jaeger's original fosterer injured her knee and was laid up. He was getting bored . . . and consequently naughty so it was thought best to find a new home for him.
Just onto our books had come a new fostering family who knew setters - a gift from the universe! And so he went to stay with them - and it was a match made in heaven. He even looked like their other two setters! It was not long before fostering became adoption and there is no-one more delighted than us for this boy.