Ginny
This is Ginny. I adopted her from a rescue organisation when she was 10 years of
age. She was an ex-stray so not a lot was known about her.
She has shared my home with me and my Border Collies since about 2009 and she
is a joy to live with, even though at times she can be quite cantankerous!!!
She loves playing fetch with a tennis ball, but her mobility isn't well enough for me
to teach her flyball.
UPDATE: Sadly, Ginny had to be put to sleep on 18th February 2012. Sleep well little one.
age. She was an ex-stray so not a lot was known about her.
She has shared my home with me and my Border Collies since about 2009 and she
is a joy to live with, even though at times she can be quite cantankerous!!!
She loves playing fetch with a tennis ball, but her mobility isn't well enough for me
to teach her flyball.
UPDATE: Sadly, Ginny had to be put to sleep on 18th February 2012. Sleep well little one.
I miss the wagging little tail;
I miss the plaintive, pleading wail;
I miss the wistful, loving glance;
I miss the circling welcome-dance.
I miss the plaintive, pleading wail;
I miss the wistful, loving glance;
I miss the circling welcome-dance.
Blue (Whenway Doonbrae) Such a beautiful, wonderful dog, he left too early for Rainbow Bridge at the age of 7 years.
Just a few of my rescued dogs.......
LOUP my German Shepherd dog was 8 years old when I rescued him from the shelter where I was working in Chalet-a-Gobet, Switzerland. He was sequestered being a cruelty case that was being investigated by the SVPA and police. He shared my life until he went to Rainbow Bridge at the age of 14 years.
Your toys still lay scattered
Your collar hangs worn and tattered
Your time wagged too short in this world
Your paw prints will forever run deep in my heart.
SOME OF MY OTHER ANIMALS OF DAYS GONE BY
When I was young and starting courting, I had to do a triage of my boyfriends. If they didn’t like animals, well that was just too bad. Even if they were good looking, nice or wanted to take me to the cinema, if they didn’t like animals they were <chucked.>
As I grew older, and one would think wiser, not only would boyfriends have to like animals but they would have to be willing to occasionally walk them or dog sit for me if I was at work, busy, or walking <the other dogs>.
My animals come first. They always have done. My last marriage terminated with the phrase from my husband “either the dogs go or I go”. I still have my dogs:-))
Your toys still lay scattered
Your collar hangs worn and tattered
Your time wagged too short in this world
Your paw prints will forever run deep in my heart.
SOME OF MY OTHER ANIMALS OF DAYS GONE BY
When I was young and starting courting, I had to do a triage of my boyfriends. If they didn’t like animals, well that was just too bad. Even if they were good looking, nice or wanted to take me to the cinema, if they didn’t like animals they were <chucked.>
As I grew older, and one would think wiser, not only would boyfriends have to like animals but they would have to be willing to occasionally walk them or dog sit for me if I was at work, busy, or walking <the other dogs>.
My animals come first. They always have done. My last marriage terminated with the phrase from my husband “either the dogs go or I go”. I still have my dogs:-))
How did it all start ............ Lisa
I can’t remember how it all started. Dogs always seem to have been with me since I was a child. I have never been frightened of dogs in spite of having been bitten countless times, mostly when I was working in animal shelters. Some of the dogs brought in were so frightened of people following the cruelty they had received from their owners. Some were badly injured and only bit because of pain or fear. I’ve never begrudged a dog that bit me. Also having been a veterinary nurse for many years taught me the wisdom of keeping myself out of the reach of bared teeth. I’ve always been able to talk my way out of a delicate encounter with a bad tempered horse because I respect the fact that they bite at one end and kick at the other, but dogs aren’t always that easy. A tiny black Chihuahua belonging to my neighbour who was a farmer, was one of the most aggressive animals I have ever had the misfortune to encounter when I was working as a veterinary nurse. Outside of the surgery she was a sweet tempered, affectionate little dog that loved everyone. Get her on the surgery table to clip her nails and she turned into a canine version of a Piranha fish. She would bite everyone who held her, she didn’t miss a single one. She had never been ill in her life and she died in her sleep at 22 years of age. I won’t forget her because the scars are still there.
So many rescue dogs...
Rex
Rex was 3 years of age when I adopted him from shelter where I was working. Due to be put to sleep that day because he was considered "too old" to be adopted. He went to Rainbow Bridge at the age of 14 after giving me many years of happiness sharing my life.
Many rescue dogs have shared my life. Sometimes for just a short period because they were very old and poorly, some for several years, but I have always had a special place in my heart (and home) for old dogs that have been abandoned or badly treated.
Many rescue dogs have shared my life. Sometimes for just a short period because they were very old and poorly, some for several years, but I have always had a special place in my heart (and home) for old dogs that have been abandoned or badly treated.
TRUDIE
One of them was Trudie, a very old, maybe 15 –16 years of age, chocolate and white Collie that had been ejected from a vehicle and left to fend for herself. She was taken in by a rescue shelter after her 7 days were up. There was a small article in Dog World explaining Trudie's situation. Nobody wanted her because she was too old and too ill. In spite of the petrol crisis people managed to get Trudie to me. She was as deaf as a door post, had tunnel vision, congestive heart disease, arthritis, a mouth full of rotten stinking teeth, fleas, ticks, extremely underweight……….and she had the mange! She would keel over at least a dozen times a day, then several seconds later she would pick herself up and get on with whatever she had to do. A visit to the vet then regular special baths to get rid of the mange was first on the agenda.. Tablets helped her bad circulation and she keeled over much less. She was wormed, treated for fleas and ticks, 3 good meals a day and lots and lots of TLC. My other dogs loved and respected her. Not one of them lay in “her” bed and when she tottered and accidentally bumped into them, they kept clear of her. She lived with us for several months and when I had to have her put to sleep because of tumours on her liver, I cried bitterly asking myself yet again, why do people ill treat and neglect animals? She had obviously been a very beautiful dog in her youth and had a friendly cheerful temperament. I still miss her.
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