We help street dogs find their forever home
In defence of dogs we write this post out of utter horror at the latest tactics by the big names in rescue (RSPCA and Dogs Trust) to destroy foreign dog rescue.
The same question never goes away for us and we defend it daily from visitors and online critics, yet is still something I can barely believe is even a consideration. These big names seem to have picked up on some public opinion and jumped on it, fuelling it and using it to their advantage.
[Read more…]Dogs naturally do not have separation anxiety. Those who have not had homes before (i.e. have not lived with people) do not have separation anxiety i.e. many of our street dogs from abroad, but it doesn’t mean they cannot develop it, and fast. With the correct training it can also go away again. The key is to watch for the signs and do something about it before it escalates. This is the same with any unwanted behaviour.
Chris Walton, who has adopted one of our many semi feral dogs and turned him around, has written this blog to help others.
Below are some tips which may help you not only prevent a dog escaping, but also slowly start to prevent the dog wanting to in the first place.
Winston first came through our doors in 2016 by chance. The Bulgarian bus arrived with our intake and we were there and then asked to look after him for a couple of weeks for the rescue who had brought him over until they could pick him up. We had no choice as he had no other option.
The only dog I’ve ever been frightened of… [Read more…]
They say life begins at 40. Well mine really began when I gave up “normal” life and started rescuing doggies.
When I was young I imagined, like most girls I guess, that I would grow up, get married, have a couple of kids, a career etc. Maybe get a dog- (probably a Labrador as I had an andrex puppy teddy from birth). How wrong I was ….and how glad I am (in the most part).
One day I found a starving staffie on the end of a chain, being bred from for beer money, while searching the neighbour’s gardens for the source of a harrowing crying. This day/dog changed my life unrecognisably. The most beautiful little olive-eyed girl, the one I didn’t get to save, and my one regret. That day changed my life forever. Little did I know then that there would be no marriage, no “normal life”, holidays, kids, the usual – it would become a vocation – to spend my life trying to save those of the most in need.
