The Humans took Lilly and I to a meeting where the rescue people hold a big event. I got to see my Brother, I hadn’t expected to see him, He has a new home too, and different Human’s.
I am beginning to like this new life, lots of cuddles, soft furnishings, food and treats!
After yesterdays humiliating photo session I am glad to say that I was not victimised and the mis treatment is doled out to all off us, check this out.
I don’t feel so bad now
I come from a long and noble family, my ancestors were revered as Gods by the Egyptians, and they do this to me!
The shame…. no wonder she spends all day like this.
an antler proof position.
Humans drink funny water out of funny bowls they lift to their faces, sometimes they leave them unattended and I tried some.
I like this funny water and mummy human lets me finish hers! I like mummy human.
I never knew life would be like this, its 3 days now and I feel like they are my pack.
The humans are different to the ones I knew before, they are calling me the same name again and again, I think I have a name and they touch me in kind ways I have my own bed and bowl.
I like this kennel it could be home.
Well day 2 and we have come to some sort of agreement, the other Dog Lilly has been here some time and everything belongs to her, but she lets me play with her toys (she has a lot)
This is the first time I have encountered them, but there is a large bumpy wooden slope that Lilly and the humans go up at night, they have been trying to get me to go up it but I am very unsure about it, lilly just bounds up it with no problem (and I think she may have food up there too)
well on my first day home I got to go in the garden and they gave me a ball, to be honest I didn’t much care for them, humans come and go in my life, some of them have been good to me some of them not, it never lasts. The ball though is mine and I will enjoy it.
There is another dog here too, a bit weird she spends all day sleeping and eating I will find out more about her later if I stay.
all the best stubs xx
Life for me was in the fast lane, as a racing dog I retired at 3 years old having pulled one of my tendons chasing a turbo charged rabbit.
In some respects I am quite lucky, normally my kind are destroyed or worse sold on abroad to run again till we die or are sold on and food.
I will try and keep this as light hearted as possible and walk you through my new life.
a new life a new dawn away from the choppy seas.
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton