When Bobby left my fosterer's I thought I would be next . . . then they told me that I was staying, that I would live with them for the rest of my life. I can't tell you how happy I am. I know I have grown in confidence since being with them - they make me feel good - and now I can continue to grow and become the dog I know I can be. Life is just wonderful!
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.
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!
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.