Starting my new life

I promised you a couple of weeks ago that I would give an insight into being a rescue dog and start on how I got to where I am now.

The first thing to remember is that everything was new. House, bed, walks, garden, food. It was all different. And not just for me, but also the people I have allowed to adopt me. When I stepped out of the car at Christmas 2013, I had no idea if this was permanent or if it was to be another temporary home. I was confused, maybe a little frightened and uncertain. I only wanted to live somewhere, to feel warm and safe. Having spent months in a rescue centre for a second time, this new house was going to take some getting used to. I was allowed to sniff and explore around the house and then saw the garden which clearly gave me large scope for further investigation. I had beds, food, a crate, warmth, blankets and 2 people to fuss over me. I wanted to go and explore the garden, but they didn’t seem very keen on this idea at first. Maybe the sleet & rain outside had something to do with their thinking. We strolled round the house and, eventually, into the garden so I could try to get some idea of what I was letting myself in for. The log burner in the evenings was very welcome.

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I didn’t really sleep on my first few nights, I just lay awake wondering if this was permanent or if I should enjoy this while it lasted. On the first morning, I was taken out for a walk through the local town and this was fun. I could get used to this. I even had my paws wiped when I got back, ate my breakfast and I snoozed a little. The humans were still watching me though, trying to decipher if I needed to go out, was being a pest or whether I just needed to be left alone to explore the house. The next day almost repeated itself, walk, cleaning, food and snoozing. All interspersed with exploring.

This continued for weeks, what with the early morning walks and the constant watching of each other to see what I needed or what was required of me. The number of beds increased during the initial few weeks. Of course this was most welcome as you can never have too many places to snooze. I still wasn’t allowed on the furniture but I would work on that gradually.

As we tried to understand each other, we thought a few lessons at a local dog training school could be tried. I thought this could be fun, as it meant we got to see a new place. We tried three lessons, they were free after all. It involved quite a bit of shouting which I didn’t really enjoy to be honest. After the last lesson we decided that we would go it alone. I was a confused fur, I wasn’t naughty. I had missed out on a large part of my puppy training and socialisation so I was now going to be trying to catch up. I needed guidance primarily, the discipline would follow.

Through the following months, it was still frustrating for all concerned as I was trying to learn and understand what I was supposed to do. I wasn’t really calm, I hadn’t settled properly. Maybe I was still wondering if this was permanent. I was able to run around the garden a little more, but always on a long lead.

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Out on longer walks however, things were going at a slower pace. I was still pulling on the lead, straining on the collar and had even made myself ill on one occasion I was pulling so hard. I graduated to a harness as this put less pressure on my neck. I still pulled.

We would crack this. I hadn’t adopted these two to get myself out of rescue, to fail at this point. We all needed more patience to see us through. Teamwork and patience, thats what would pull us through. And treats of course. Don’t forget treats.

Bestest Birfday

Now, I think that effury birfday should start wiff a lie in. So what were my PA’s doing waking me up half an hour earlier than normal?! I soon found out I was being paw-parazzied with my presents so I could post it to all my pals on twitter, before D went to work on the choob. File 07-05-2016, 20 12 18

After opening my presents and eating my breakfast, D left for work and I mooched about for a while to let M do some work. She seemed to be taking ages and I was impatient to go for a pawtrol round my manor so I started to paw at her knee to give hints. It was such a luffly day that it seemed a waste to spend it indoors. Besides, I wasn’t allowed to play muchly with my toys, or eat all my treats so it was a bit boring lying around waiting. When she was finally ready, I showed M some of my favourite fields and byways.

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I thought I would be allowed to chase squirrels, deer and rabbits but M said I needed to stay shackled to her for my own safety. At least we were out and I was getting tons of scents. I did see deer, but they were far away. It was so hot that M decided to take me back home via the stream where I cooled down. For some reason she didn’t want to join me for a paddle – pfftt.

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Home beckoned and I got to play with my toys again. But I was so tired that I didn’t even have the strength to lobotomise my birfday tiger toy.

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BOL. This was a great birfday and fanks to all my pals (oh and M&D) for making it so special. I hope I get plenty more birfdays to share wiff you all.

Hello everyone

I was encouraged to write a blog by a number of my friends. So I have decided to put my paw into the world of publishing and I am going to tell you about my life, and how I have changed. Also how I have changed the life of my humans.

I suppose I should start at the beginning. My first memory was being moved between rescue centres. I was homed with a nice family and there were small children so we always had fun. One day I saw there was a gate open and I decided it would be fun to run around playing with cars. This wasn’t the greatest idea as I now have the scar on my leg to remind me of my stupidity. When I had been to the vet and given the all clear, the family decided I was too bouncy and they couldn’t devote enough time to me and my training. So I went back to the rescue centre. I started to get a bit despondent as I kept on seeing other pals being chosen but my turn never seemed to come along. I started to lose my arooo. One day two humans came along and I took them for a walk around the paddock. They left and I went back to my kennel until the following week when they returned. We wandered through the woods and they seemed to be saying good things about me. I was told to be a good boy, which is easy as I am a good boy. So when they left again, it was somewhat disconcerting. However, I need not have worried, as they returned a couple of days later and this time we went for a ride in their car. I had seen a car before and it hadn’t ended well but, being a brave hound, I decided I should just go along with it. The best bit about the car ride was every time we went round a bend in the road, I slid across the seat and got cuddles from my new dad. And I got to do some nose art. This was exciting.

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This was my first day in my new house. I had no idea I had better get used to having my photo taken.

There was lots to explore in my new house and grounds but more about that in my next blog. I don’t want to bore you too much. There are many ups and downs to report.