Day 1 ~ Jail break.]
The first rule of rescue-dogging is you don’t talk about life before you were rescued.
I had a life before, but that life is gone
I did my time at the pound, but you don’t ask a dog ‘what are you in for?’.
Most of us don’t know anyway.
This is my Dog-Damsel in distress story. Before you can be rescued, you must know distress. And if you are rescued by someone you haven’t met before, and you are already feeling distressed, how can you know if they are there to help or hinder?
My story starts on a Friday afternoon. Me and one of my pound puppy friends’ Brownie, are picked up by a lady we don’t know, she seems nice though. We are both only one-year-old, and I am grateful that I have a friend with me. It’s a long car journey. We drive for at least an hour. I like cars and I settle down for the drive. My friend reaches his destination first and meets his Foster Mum. I wish him well and wait for my turn.
More driving and then we reach the house. My foster chauffeur gets me out of the car and is very nice to me, walks me up and down the street, lets me stretch my legs and then takes me into the backyard where I am greeted by a giant mastiff crossed greyhound also less than one-year-old and very keen to greet me. He is on lead at first but I’m feeling overwhelmed and hide behind my foster chauffeur who’s very kind and reassures me. His name is Gizmo. He had a life before this too, he never did time in a pound though. We don’t ask each other anymore about our past.
Now I get to meet my Foster Mum! She pats me and speaks to me like a human and tells me that everything is going to be all right. I can tell that she’s a bit upset so I’m not sure if I can believe it. Once the humans can tell that Gizmo and I will be friends my Foster chauffeur wishes me well and leaves. It’s dark already and I’m very hungry. Foster mum shows me where the water bowl is and walks me around the parts of the yard that she can see.
She goes away for a little while but then comes out with food. Oh my God maybe this will be OK! She puts down enough food for us both and we greedily eat our dinners. We check in each other’s bowls to make sure we’re not missing out on anything but neither of us have a problem stealing the other dogs’ food and Foster mum seems relieved about that.
She sits outside with us even though it’s cold and just pats and chats with us.
She seems worried about me. She says I’m too skinny and is very sad that I don’t have a collar. “You poor little angel, no bed, no toys, no collar. There’s not a thing in this world that you have that is familiar to you”
Gizmo has all of these things. He only met my Foster mum today too. He has his own Foster mum, he’s just staying for the weekend while they are out of town. He tells me he got to go to work with her today and greet all the clients and get pats from all the staff. That sounds fun, I hope I get to do that one day!
Gizmo tells me he also went to her house and met her dog, a golden retriever, but he didn’t stay long because the two of them got into a rough and tumble. Gizmo says he tried to greet the dog with a big hug and he got mad. I remind him that I didn’t really like being greeted like that either. Too much too soon. Gizmo says he’ll take my advice on board.
Foster mum explains that because of the ‘hugging incident’ that we’re all staying at a relatives house for the weekend, and because it’s not her house and she doesn’t know if we’re house trained or what we’ll destroy, that we will have to sleep outside.
She stays outside with us for hours just patting us. I think she’s waiting for us to get tired and lay down, but we’re both way too excited for that, so eventually she says goodnight and goes inside and locks up.
Gizmo takes a long time to settle, he barks and cries and scratches on the door. I’m used to this sort of noise at the pound so while I keep a close eye on him, it’s been a big day and I find a nice patch of grass to curl up on and go to sleep.
Day 2 ~ First date.
Once the sun comes up, Gizmo and I are immediately concerned about Foster mum and Gizmo makes a noise to check she’s ok. She comes out to greet us and I’m soo excited! I can’t control my feet I’m jumping and trying to get her attention because Gizmo is doing the same and I need her to pat me. She keeps saying ‘no’ and turning around so I have to keep running around to greet her again. This goes on for quite some time.
She finds some things chewed up and left around the yard. It was all Gizmos fault.
Foster mum isn’t sure who did it, but that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. She calmly goes around and picks up chewed towels, a cooler bag, plastic bags, a tyre repair kit. She’s not sure where we even found such random items but reminds us that this is not her house and we are not to chew on other peoples things.
She tries to walk us up around the big yard but I just keep jumping on her. I just want to be closer to her. Gizmo does too. She doesn’t seem to like it when he does it. Can’t you hear her saying no? I’m sure that’s the only reason she’s saying it, if it were just us, she would let me jump.
She’s using a lot of human words today. Sit. Lay. Stay. Shake. Some of them maybe sound familiar, I can’t remember. I just really need to get the treats in her hand before Gizmo.
She’s goes out for a bit today and says we are very good dogs for staying in the yard and not destroying anything while she was gone. I like to be called a very good dog!
She seems happier today and really enjoying our company. Well except for Gizmos jumping.
After dinner she leaves the glass door of the house open. Gizmo goes straight in and sniffs around. She sits on the couch and he sits next to her and gets a pat. I can’t go inside and I stand at the open door stressed. Foster mum calls my name and encourages me to come inside but leaves me to do so in my own time. I gently go in and have a little sniff and then run outside again. Gizmo lays down on the rug inside at her feet and I lay down on the concrete outside the door, even though it is left open.
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The first rule of rescue-dogging is you don't talk about life before you were rescued. I had a life before, but that life is gone I did my time at the pound, but you don't ask a dog 'what are you in for?'. Most of us don't know anyway. This is my Dog-Damsel in distress story. Before you can be rescued, you must know distress. And if you are rescued by someone you haven't met before, and you are already feeling distressed, how can you know if they are there to help or hinder? My story starts on a Friday afternoon. Me and one of my pound puppy friends’ Brownie, are picked up by a lady we don't know, she seems nice though. We are both only one-year-old, and I am grateful that I have a friend with me. It's a long car journey. We drive for at least an hour. I like cars and I settle down for the drive. My friend reaches his destination first and meets his Foster Mum. I wish him well and wait for my turn.