And suddenly, after more than two years of waiting, along comes a family to the refuge and they fall in love with him. Now he has a home. We do not know their name - but thank them from the bottom of our heart! Enjoy life to the full, dear Lemon.
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.
So here I am, in my new home and I have a new friend. She and I get on like a house on fire and just love to play and play. I am still learning new things all the time and have lots and lots of walks. Life is good. My new owners think I am just great - "big, soft, but great". I like that.
Timmi's success is quite simple. Dogs know when they are 'at home' - and this was the case for Timmi with his second foster family. He fitted right in there straightaway. He was walking off the lead within a couple of days, demonstrated that he had excellent recall and just generally made himself at home. It is for this reason that his foster family decided they would foster him to end of life. What does this mean? It means that he will stay with them as 'their' dog, and all veterinary costs as they arise will be paid for by people who have generously donated in one way or another to the work of Les Amis des Animaux.
Long-term fostering is one of the best ways to help "oldies" have a comfortable and loving life in whatever time they have left.
Well it looks like I have landed on my feet. My mate, Teddy, had a quick word with my fosterers telling them that he didn't want me to leave and that I didn't either. I just so happy where I am and I have never felt safer. Imagine my surprise when they said 'yes, I could stay, I was just overjoyed! Now I am still gaining in confidence and I hope one day I might be able to welcome some other dog who does need fostering like I did and help them to find a forever home.
As Beau became fitter, it became obvious that he was from working stock and would enjoy an environment where he could put his instincts to the test. He was welcomed into the home of a gentleman who does a little bird hunting and is highly experienced in training spaniels - just about 45 years worth! So Beau has landed on his feet. He has a Beagle friend to play with, the opportunity to learn and learn and for loads of love and cuddles. Good luck Beau!
This is just another story of a dog knowing when he's at home and when he's not. As a refuge dog he was excitable and quite barmy. The only way he was ever going to be adopted was for him to go into foster and learn some basic table manners!! He joined a family of two female collies (both already rescued), and a pomeranian cross who is old and in permanent foster. And he strangely knew he had 'come home'. He has been in foster now for several months and, guess what, his fosterers have decided that he's going to stay. He is a total joy to them and is well integrated as part of the 'gang'.
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.
Hello! I used to be called Blanco when I was dumped in the refuge having been kept in chains for a good part of my life. After many failed adoptions I have finally found my forever home through the people who came to the refuge to walk us all. I was a bit of an unknown quantity so they spent quite a bit of time with me and then one day along came some lovely people who thought I was great. A few days later I met them again and they took me home.
It's taken me a while to learn what living in a home is about and how to trust that my people are not going to leave me like others have done. I think I'm doing OK - I am learning to play - something I've never done before; and I am learning new commands so that I can have more and more freedom. I am so happy and so thankful that I now am loved and can love in return.
It's been a few months now since I got my adoptive home and life is wonderful. I now run off the lead and don't need to wander because I have toys and things to play with, guaranteed food on the table and lovely people to take care of me. They have been away and left me in some lovely kennels with some lovely people. The first time I was worried I was going to be left again, but they came back and were so happy to see me . . . and me them. I love them both, and Richard lets me play and rough and tumble with him. That is a special time for me. The cats strutt their stuff along the window ledges and I am learning to ignore them though I know they secretly want me to chase them! Life is good!
UPDATE: Hello Everyone! Just before Christmas my Mum and Dad brought home another dog! It was a fostered puppy called Lana that I'd met at the kennels and she had seemed very nice then. But to bring her to my house! That was taking things a bit too far! Anyhow my Mum and Dad have been very insistent that I be nice with her - though she's rather boisterous - and bit by bit I'm getting used to her being around. It's OK because I've not lost out on any love from my Mum and Dad because she's been there which is what worried me most. I hope she might even be a bit of fun when she grows up. Oh, and by the way, she is, of course, now called Lyra.
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.