Birch was dumped at the refuge together with two of her remaining babies . . and she herself was barely nine months old. As often happens, the puppies were very quickly adoptbut Birch was suffering. She has so much milk and no-one to give it to that she was in danger of developing mastitis. By the time we had found her a home, her own last puppy had left her and, lo and behold, she had been given another lone puppy to look after. Could the two of them be separated . . . fortunately our generous fosterer said 'No' - they must both come. And so they did.
It did not take long for the puppy to be adopted - the fosterer's daughter fell in love with her and so the work of getting her ready for and undertaking the trip to the UK began. But Birch remained without anyone interested in her. She was a devoted mother, even a devoted surrogate mother, who played for hours and hours with her young charge. She is small for a setter, and has spaniel legs, but the most beautiful expression.
As Christmas approached our fosterer's daughter began a Twelve Days of Christmas appeal for Birch and it aroused lots of interest. Before we knew it, Birch was on her way to her forever family. She now attends our Social Obedience Classes and is learning a whole new way of what it means to be a young dog, full of life. Long may it last dear Birch!