February 09, 2013

Snapshots from El Refugio ....




Joyma and Pity basking in the Spring sunshine

Zoulou enjoying his morning coffee

Little Ray playing ...

... with his friend

         Playing wears you out ....                                              ........ zzzzzzz

Two little sisters, just found in a bar. Or so they said ....

Amber, such a sweetie

Darling Goofy, he's been with us so long ... he needs his own family so badly

The 3 Musteteers

Dilma after her operation

Please, sweet people! Don't forget us.

Hi there ...

... our students doing the washing up

We do love a bit of sunshine, but it's so cold and freezing at night.

Our Bluezet. Such gorgeous blue eyes.

So many dinners, so many bowls!

Please don't forget us either. 

Somewhere, somehow .. is there someone thinking about us?

February 06, 2013

More happy endings ...

.... 51 more welcoming families, 51 more golden baskets, 51 lovely dogs with a loving future.




Many thanks to Ineke for putting together this lovely collage.

Every dog should have a cat ...


You give up yet?

 What! Time to get up already?

 You're kidding ... she said that?
 Hmmmm! Have you been eating onions?

 I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bite your tail so hard: I was only teasing.

I ran after the ball, then I chased a car and then I went and got the paper. Hey! Aren't you listening?

 What! Who us? We were no where near the toilet paper roll. Not us, no way.

 Don't worry about her saying you're fat: I loves ya jest the way you are.

 Wait a minute. Ain't I supposed to put my paws over my eyes if you hide?

 Here. I brought him back; next time he goes for a walk, you go get him.

 z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z

 Hey, Irvin! Your ear weighs a ton and I'm stuck.

 OK, on three, we all roll over.

He's mine! I caught him, you can't have him, he belongs to me, so there.

Actually Rex, I think it's your turn to change the channel.

OK, I'll be the doughnut this time and you be the doughnut hole.

 Don't worry, Larry, they'll have to come through me if they want to take you to the pound.

February 04, 2013

Do you remember Stefan?

  

           Before .......                                                               After .....

Just about a year ago we were all in despair. Stefan, sweet and terrified Stefan, was lost. He'd only been in Holland for one day, was one of the most scared little dogs on the planet. On his very first walk he got frightened by another dog and managed somehow to slip his lead.

Annemie, his new owner was distraught. She looked everywhere. Her friends looked everywhere. The volunteers from ACE searched. Posters, radio - publicity of all kinds but no sign of Stefan.  It was 20 degrees below. We feared the worst. As the days turned into weeks it didn't seem possible that this poor frightened little dog could possibly have survived.

But miracles happen. Clever little dog had found a barn, with warm straw. He ventured out to steal scraps. Various people spotted him and eventually a farmer called to say that he suspected that Stefan was hiding in his outbuildings. You can read the full story here. Stefan disappeared on 5th February last year. He was found on 23rd February. I will never forget that day. I came home, opened up my emails (as I did constantly, praying for news) and there - in the subject line - was the message 'Stefan is found'. I cried with relief. I really hadn't expected he would be found.

So now it's a year later. Annemie writes that when he first arrived he had no idea how to play. Now he adores playing with his ball and loves playing in the snow. They took him to the seaside - the waves scared  him a bit but overall he was fine. He is great friend's with Annemie's mother's cat. He has improved in confidence, out of all recognition. He is bright, loving and loyal and 'totally awesome.' By her love and great patience, Annemie has brought sweet Stefan out of his frightened shell and has helped him be the happy, joyful dog he is today.

Playing in the snow, with his ball. 

February 01, 2013

"There is no faith which has never yet been broken, except that of a truly faithful dog." ~Konrad Lorenz


... that being true, there are people walking around who have abused that faith. Who have enjoyed the companionship and experienced the unconditional love of that most faithful of creatures. And broken that trust. For some, circumstances were beyond their control. That can be understood and forgiven. For the suffering of someone obliged by illness or financial circumstances to give up their dog is nigh on unbearable and they don't need our censure.

Others however are heartless. The dogs were used for breeding, are no longer useful - so they are dumped. Or too much of a burden. Or of no further use as guard dogs. So they are cast adrift. The worst of it is that all these dogs, these gentle souls pictured below, are old. Eight, ten, eleven years old or more. Coming to the end of their lives. Bewildered. Grieving. Hurting. Please. Can you find it in your heart to give a home to these sweeties and let them know love in their final years.


Liancha and her puppies. She's 12 years old - and she's a Podenco. Poor Liancha gave birth to her puppies in an old crate leaning against an apartment building. Only two of them survived and they are hanging by a thread, she protects them with her life. All she's known until now is kicks and shouting. She puts her old head in your hand, grateful that the misery is over.


Carmina's sad and scared. She was tied up and left outside El Refugio, the chain wound three times round her neck to make quite sure she couldn't escape and follow her horrible boss home. She pulled and strained but only managed to hurt herself. Her eyes speak of her sadness, but she's safe with us now. At eight years old she deserves to know some happiness now.


Madi was dumped by her owner, a hunter. An English couple adopted her together with another stray dog. And then life got desperate and the couple went back to their country. That is understandable but ... they just left the dogs alone in the garden. Neighbours threw food over the wall. One of the dogs escaped. The bank repossessed the house. The neighbours came to us. Poor Madi, didn't deserve this. At 8 she's no longer young, but she has so much love to give.


Dagobert is six. Not the oldest of our oldies, but like them all deserving of so much love and respect. He's a little dog. He should be cuddled up on someone's lap instead of in a cage, in a shelter. Like so many others he was dumped by his owners, with his friend King Kong. They had to move to an apartment. The dogs couldn't come along. 


Stevie is a darling. He's ten, getting on in years. He's also blind. He was found wandering by an English gentleman who picked him up and brought him to us. Stevie loves cuddles, he's desperate for affection and for his own 'home' again. Dear fellow is in foster care in Belgium. Who will offer him a forever home and give him all the love he craves?


Tied up in a construction site for over ten years, in a dark barn with little light. The chain round his neck embedded in his skin, there since he was a puppy. For once the police stepped in to rescue him but the owner refused to give him up. He had a chip. Fabienne and Diane fought and fought, the neighbours bore witness. At last the owner gave in, Zorro is ours now. Ribs sticking out, ticks devouring every inch of his body, but safe now. Safe at last. 


Tilma. She was happy for twelve years. Happy and loved and cared for. And then, suddenly, she wasn't welcome any more. She's taken it hard, she doesn't understand. How could she. Every day her eyes are fixed on the gate, waiting for her family to come for her. They will never come. One morning we found her curled up at the back of her cage, she'd given up. We picked her up and she licked our faces. There is hope. But we need to find her a proper home. She needs it badly.


Small and very sweet, she came to us so badly neglected she couldn't walk. Her nails were so long, and so painful. She was brought to us by her owners, along with five other dogs. Unbelievable. At least she's with her friends, at least they are all being cared for. Again, Luna isn't the oldest but the abuse she's suffered has taken its toll of her seven years. We hope we can find her a forever home, with love and respect. 


Poor Joyma's story is a little different. He and her poor young owner are both victims of the terrible economic crisis in Spain. Thrown out by his wife, with just a rucksack and his faithful old dog, the young man came to us crying his eyes out. He'd tried all the local shelters, none would take a ten year old dog. Joyma's with us now, but the poor man left us in tears and is sleeping in the street.