We knew we wanted another dog...eventually. We also knew the next dog we got would be a rescue, we wanted to give a dog a second chance, in a loving family. We also felt Bennie needed a buddy, a friend to play with, but we would wait until our Buggie was a bit older. But wonderful things happen when you least expect it!! One Saturday I was on my way with friends to Ikea, and down by the tram stop there was an older gentleman and his wife holding a dog. This man had gotten this poor woof off the tram line, where he had been running along, not knowing where he had come from or where he was headed. He had a harness on and a tag, but it had no information on it. The gentleman had called the Tram stops security on the help box and the council's dog unit was on their way to collect him. The gentleman was in a rush, so my friends and I volunteered to stay and wait until the council got there. My friend used the strap off her hand bag as a lead to keep him close (such a great idea!). In the interim, I called my human, who was luckily still at home, and asked him to bring some water, for this clearly thirsty little woof. Bennie came along and him and this little brindle French got on straight from first sniff! The poor guy drank the water so quickly, it splashed all over the floor and he proceeded to lie in it. After a fifteen minute wait, and Bennie and this little dog having an absolute blast together, a gentleman from the council came to collect him, and we carried on our journey to Ikea. But I couldn't get the thought of this little fur-ball out of my mind. First thing on Monday morning, I called the council"s dog unit to find out if the little guy had a chip with owners details, or if his owners had tried to find him yet. He had a chip, but no registered details of ownership and his owners hadn't yet come forward. So I asked what would happen to him, and they explained that he stays in the council kennel for eight days in order for his owners to try and locate him, and if they don't come forward after the eight days, he is then available to re-home. My heart sank for this poor dog. All I kept thinking was if it was our Buggie that was missing, I would be absolutely heart broken, and doing everything I could to find him! So I asked the council, if they would consider us to re-home him after the eight days was up and they said certainly. When I got home on Monday evening, my person and I chatted about taking on another dog, we both wanted another dog, but thought we would wait a bit, and then we both thought, if this little guy was meant to come live with us, then we both wanted to give him a loving home. No-one came forward in the eight days and the council called us to ask if we would still like to home the dog, to which we responded a very delighted yes! So that is how we came to have Frankie in our lives, such a gorgeous little soul. Him and Bennie have fast become brothers, and makes us so happy to see them happy together!
So, I'd like to introduce you to Frankie!
I was merrily taking photos of Mogli through our bedroom window the other morning, while he was enjoying the sunshine. Meanwhile, he was aware that we were being watched from over the fence. All of a sudden Momo darted up over the roof, so curious, I went outside to see where he went to and why he had gotten the wind up his tail. Low and behold I found the culprit, just casually staring over the fence, like a real stalker! I did think he was super cute though.
For a while I've been feeling the urge to aid a animal rescue or shelter, by going in and providing them photographs for their use on their website, helping by providing photographs of animals needing homes, or what amazing work they are doing by giving animals a halfway house to their forever home. I've found an amazing cause, and man alive they do amazing things for animals! I was in absolute awe at the work that Foal Farm do and the fantastic sanctuary they have created for the animals. Their aim is to take in as many sick, distressed and unwanted animals as possible and restore them to health and happiness, and where possible find them good new homes, or provide sanctuary for life. The amazing stories I got to hear in my hour there made my heart lighter with happiness. Seeing the inspiring work done there has me hooked on going back and I encourage everyone to take a look. They have a wish list of items that would help in making the animals stay there just that much more cozy, and of course donations are always a generous gesture and aid in making a huge difference.
On my first visit I was shown around and got to see where Foal Farm is, see the work they are doing, the animals they are housing, and it's not just cats and dogs...there are horses, cows, goats, sheep, ducks, geese, rabbits, pigs, guinea pigs, chickens and other small animals! I only took a few photos on my way out, but cannot wait to go back and be able to share some more!
P.S. The bunnies I photographed were a newly "wed" pair...how cute they are!!
Time flies when you're having fun! And oh what fun our Bug-a-lug is!! It's hard not to love those big ears and droopy lips, but even his quirky traits have us giggling and him melting our hearts each day. Just like human baby parents, we talk about our fur-child at gatherings and take him along just about everywhere we go. He's such a jolly little guy and gets on with everyone, humans and animals alike. Although he still torments his cat brother, Mogli! Thank goodness all the baby needley teeth have been replaced by the adult ones, and the discovery of squeaky tennis balls! He snores like an absolute champion and loves to cuddle right up beside you when he's sleeping. We love the Buggie, he makes each day just that much happier just by being part of our lives!
On Friday, April 25th at roughly 8:30am, my fur-muse came crawling in the window in obvious pain, his breathing gurgled. His whole body was dry except for his back legs and he had this strange fluid coming out of his nose. Instant neurotic mother mode kicked in and I started to panic! Thankfully my human was still home, about to leave for work. I calmed enough to call the vet and asked if we could bring in my cat ASAP, it was an emergency! Then I put Mo straight into the traveling box and we rushed over to the vet. Thank goodness my human is calm and reassuring, because I was an absolute ball of mess with worry! The kind nurse at the took him and put him into an oxygen tank, so he could try breathe a little easier, until the vet could see him. The vet did an examination of him while we waiting in the waiting room and then called us in.
With not knowing what Mo was doing or where he was when what ever happened, the vet could only speculate, but wanted to do an x-ray and blood test to try rule things out. So we left Mo in the vets capable hands and waited to hear from the vet. Chilli phoned the vet for me, because I would've been a blubbering idiot. Mo needed to stay for the weekend on a drip of anti-biotics and pain relief, his x-rays showed no broken bones or collapsed lungs, but they still couldn't ascertain what was wrong. They did know he had loads of mucus coming out and his chest area was bruised and sore.
I was allowed to visit him on the Saturday afternoon, and it broke my heart to see him look all groggy on pain medication, with the drip in his leg and a cone-collar on so he didn't pull it out. He was doing a bit better with his breathing, but hadn't eaten anything. So I left with a heavy heart, hoping he'd be well enough to come home the next day... Which thankfully he was. I got to take home my patchy kitty! (they had shaved him on his neck for the blood test, one front leg for injections, one front leg for his drip and a spot on the base of his tail for his pain patch). He was sent home with 10 days anti-biotics and pain medication, as well as something to help with the mucus stuff still coming out his nose. He had another check-up I had to take him to on Monday...but Sunday night I pretty much stayed awake worrying that something would happen during the night and I would be helpless to help my furball. So on the Monday they kept him after his check-up, more as a precaution because he hadn't eaten. But we got the go ahead to bring him home, once he had eaten a whole tin of what they call pate for cats.
Slowly but surely he has been getting better every day, he had a lot of sneezes, coughs and snot balls come out. He wasn't allowed out (mostly because of his neurotic mother) until his meds were complete and I felt he was strong enough to be able to defend himself again...which I'm sure the process was sped up by Bennie tormenting him all the time. He's back to being out in the sunshine and watching for birds, but is in every night curled sleeping on the pillow right next to my head...his mothers child!
P.S. A BIG thank you to my human for your patience, calm and support with Momo, how would I have held it together without you!
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