I normally post on a Monday, but it’s National Dog Day today!
I love dogs. I’ll quite often break mid-conversation to shout DOG when I see one going past, alarming everyone around me. Puppies move me to tears. (As in, I cry literal tears of joy and love when I see them.) DOGS ARE AWESOME. Thus, in honour of this most special occasion, meet my dogs. DOGS!
Tess was found wandering the streets of Warrington as a puppy and brought up to Second Chance Kennels in Thornton, where we adopted her after YEARS of begging Mummy and Daddy Mac for a dog. She wasn’t there for very long before we were taking her home as a very, VERY bouncy puppy in a cardboard box in the back of the car. We later established she’s a Staffie cross, which explains the bouncing and the fact that she loves everyone she meets, without prejudice.
The rules were clear from the start: she wasn’t getting into the carpeted living room until she was house trained. She wasn’t ever getting on the couch. She wasn’t ever EVER getting on the furniture on the caravan.
That went well.
She was in the living room on the first night, sleeping on the bed in the caravan on her first holiday and adopted a chair in the living room quickly thereafter. She discovered a penchant for disappearing in wooded areas and turning up cheerfully hours later. She destroys everything that goes into her mouth – sticks, plastic bottles, squeaky toys.
Whenever I go round to visit you’d think I’d been away for years. You can ask her where anyone in the house is and she’ll run to them. She talks to you when you ask her if she wants her tea. She’ll offer on command a paw, the other paw, and both paws. I love her.
When my mum told me cheerfully that we were adopting another dog, I didn’t think we’d be getting one from continental Europe. The charity Rags 2 Riches bring dogs over from Romania, where dogs are often left in public shelters – horrible, grim places bereft of any sort of love and happiness, where the dogs are at best unloved and at worst actively mistreated. You can read more about them on the Rags 2 Riches website – they do a lot of good work bringing “Rommies” over and rehoming them in the UK. Including Isla!
The photo that sealed the deal for Mummy Mac.
We don’t know exactly what happened to Isla before she came to us, but she’s uncomfortable with the following:
- Any dog that gets right up in her grill
- Lorries/buses going past
- Men (although she likes them more now!)
- Barking dogs
- People raising their hands
- Fireworks (apparently people used to throw fireworks into the shelter to frighten the dogs, so whenever they start going off she hides behind the TV.)
She’s not as antsy as she was, and is now completely ridiculous. You have to run to get the post before she does or you’ll find pieces of it all over the floor. She managed to break the letterbox on the front door in a way that I didn’t even know it could be broken. If she’s pleased to see you she folds herself almost in half until her nose is in her tail. She’s cute and barks a lot. ❤
Meg is my gran’s Labrador, and she’s frankly ridiculous. She’s got a tail like a cricket bat and it’s merciless in its approach to everything in its path – glasses, faces, food, if it’s not nailed down it’s on the floor.
She’s the most anxious dog I’ve ever met. She’s frightened of everything. She’ll scream – like, actually full on scream – if you lift your arm to put your jacket on. She’s terrified of my cat, who’s never taken a claw to anyone in her life. If you touch her ears she’ll cry like you’ve set them on fire. You’d think she’d spent years being beaten within an inch of her life.
When she runs her legs all move independently of each other in absolutely no rhythm whatsoever, to the point where I don’t know how she’s travelling forwards. It’s hilarious and fascinating in equal measure.
Deceiving photo of Meg in what looks like a normal forward trajectory.
She’s the biggest clumsy dope dog I’ve ever met, but I love her. The night before my Papa died I had to go home from the hospital in floods of tears after only being there for about ten minutes, and I sat on the floor on my own, completely inconsolable. Meg sat in front of me and shoved her big goofy Labrador face in mine and stayed there, completely still, for the rest of the evening while I cried into her neck.
What a good dog.
In conclusion, dogs are awesome, and I miss mine now that I’ve moved out, but when I go round to visit and they’re falling over each other to throw themselves at me it’s pretty life affirming.
Happy National Dog Day – and please feel free to send me pictures of yours! I LOVE DOGS.