Showing posts with label Blue Cross. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blue Cross. Show all posts

Monday, 25 June 2012

Don't turn your nose up at my Rescue Dog!



In the first few weeks and months of having Bella, quite a few comments were made on her ‘Rescue Dog’ status. She is a ‘Rescue Dog’ so the allusions were taken as quite harmless and true. However, eight months on and the ‘She’s a rescue dog isn’t she?’ comments are starting to niggle; the smug smile and the tone of voice are making some of the ‘friendly’ comments sound quite snobbish! Sorry, but it’s true!

Yes, my dog is a Rescue Dog; we found her at the Blue Cross having been taken in with a broken leg, but we love her and she loves us and she’s part of our family.  She may look ‘aggressive’ to you when you and your pedigree Spaniel / Jack Russel / Labrador meet us on walks, but just because she’s part Staffie doesn’t make her an aggressive dog. She’s excited! She wants to play with your dog and if you have a miniature breed, she doesn’t discriminate. She is strong, it’s the Staffie in her, and combined with the long history and dignity of a Japanese Shiba Inu she is also strong-willed. Having only discovered her mixed heritage earlier this year we now know how to handle her and hopefully train her while out walking. It’s an ongoing project.


Bella is impeccable indoors: she doesn’t jump on the furniture - like some dogs do, she did it once, was disciplined and never did it again; she doesn’t chew our human things - like some dogs do (e.g. slippers), she did it once, was disciplined and never did it again; she doesn’t need to be shouted at or cajoled to go out of a room - like some dogs, simply point to the door and she’ll go. She knows that just because the door is open, it doesn’t mean she can go out; she waits for us to step out or in first and follows – unlike some dogs. Only on the first night in the house did she ever mess inside. She doesn’t bark at dogs or people unnecessarily – like some dogs do.

She’s nervous of people, it’s a characteristic of her breed, not the fact that she’s a Rescue Dog. She’s excitable, she’s a hunting dog, nothing to do with the fact that she’s a Rescue Dog.


“You never know a Rescue dog’s history” you say, feeling smug that you got yours from an expensive breeder and have pedigree papers proving that his mother was Queen Patty and his father was Sir Pan. Bella was given a second chance by someone who knew they couldn’t give her the life she deserved. We’ve given her a loving family and friends, she doesn’t need to look back to the past!

So please don’t put our Bella in your ‘class system’ of dogs; discrimination is dead!  

Sunday, 5 February 2012

11. Happy Snowy Birthday Bella!

According to the Blue Cross when we adopted Bella in October 2011, Bella was probably born in February 2011. That makes her 1 year old this month! Will she consider fun in the snow as her birthday party?!
 
It's unfortunate that we can't let her go loose, but she'd be a dot on one of those yachts down at Pin Mill before we knew it!
 I'm sure that dead rabbit is still here somewhere!


 The local tobaggoning slope looking over Pin Mill.

 (Lucy in the yellow jacket!)

 Cold bum!


And did she have fun? 
Firstly by almost tripping a lady on the path ......

Bella managed to go around the lady so I had to drop the extender lead. Fortunately she doesn't like the big red thing - it makes quite a clank when dragged across the tiled conservatory floor! - so when she saw it coming after her, she stopped and waited for me! The lady was unhurt and understood as she is a dog owner herself - thank you ma'am!

And then in the field .....


 She was convinced there was something down there!

So with three walks on the lead out into the white fields, and one short excursion into the garden which wasn't enjoyed that much, Bella returns to a warm bed a happy - exhausted - pup!


Happy Birthday Bella!