A love story, or how anthropomorphism (our ability to turn animal things into human perspectives) is alive and well.
An Irish puppy born into a pedigree racing litter which fate, known as a greyhound breeder, dictated that she would herself sire litters. Two, to be precise. Then cast out into the re-homing trade. Unsuccessfully as it turned out, she was shipped to England and was adopted, returned, adopted, rejected, homed and de-homed too many times, so fate in the guise of the great re-homer decided to try Ireland once more. The same result which left her scarred and scared of people, dogs, cars and children. What to do?
An Irish puppy born into a pedigree racing litter … you get the picture. An energetic playful puppy whose fate determiner decided would be a racer had the best laid plans torn up with the broken leg the puppy suffered. An less than satisfactory repair operation saw pins and associated wirework inserted and it was determined that he would be homed in England.
Both dog and puppy were caged in a van and transported via Holyhead to Wales. During the journey they bonded – the lady who suffered no fools paired up with the hopalong male who was all inelegant and foolish. Further attempts to re-home the lady, known as Rosie, failed because she wouldn’t be separated from the still puppy known as George.
Enter from stage left, Sandie. We had decided to adopt a dog and preferably two, but finding a bonded pair was impossible, but Rosie ticked quite a lot of boxes, but Hope Rescue was willing with reservations to allow us a trial with her – but… could we take her mate as well? By this time George had more wirework installed to make a better repair, so could we wait six weeks for his bones to set again? Yes, and yes!
If they had not paired up, Rosie was un-homeable and destined for a life of kennels as well as the six years she had endured by this point. George in effect had a Mummy to guide and train him and safeguard him as a couple of Jack Russel terriers they found on walks discovered to their cost.
Twelve months ago Rosie became ill with an inability to process food, and now George has osteosarcoma and a loss of bone density which may or may not be associated with his original injuries in his left rear leg.
Rest in the sunshine Rosie, 2012 – 2024, and George 2016 – 2025. You brought up two inexperienced walkers and feeders very well, we had a ball!
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