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Jura|P482

Jura male jura de brunoMedium, Young, Male

Jura is a Bruno de Jura who was found and brought to the SPA at the end of the hunt season in 2016. SInce this time the SPA has become his home, but we would like him to find a proper home now! He is a lovely boy, a bit strong on the lead but always ready to turn round for a cuddle. Jura is happy to share his kennel with female dogs but he does not like cats.  As with any scent hound, an enclosed garden will be required, as recall can be a problem, but there are not many other disadvantages to having this type of dog, as lovers of the breed will agree. Jura was born in October 2009.

SPA Carcassonne about this dog

  • Popular breed
  • Good with female dogs
  • Will need enclosed garden

 

 

 

 

 

Urgent Appeal: Gege

gegeGege is our urgent appeal for no other reason than that he has been very unlucky. He was adopted but brought back 24 hours later as his new owner seemed to have an adverse physical reaction to him. Devastating for the poor dog, who had done nothing at all wrong.

During his brief time in his new home he was absolutely perfect; clean, calm, affectionate. Everything a dog should be, in fact. This is why we would like to help him find a home as quickly as possible. He arrived in May 2015, and as far as we are concerned he has spent more than enough time behind bars. To have freedom snatched away from his so quickly is just so unfair.

So let’s see what we can do to find him a home again!

Gege is a porcelain cross, who was born in August 2011. He is fine with dogs of both sexes and despite his size, does not pull hard on the lead. He is simply beautiful and has proven his worthiness to be a great pet. He has frequently been walked by people with young children and he respects their size.

C’mon guys, someone out there must be tempted!

Urgent Appeal: Peraud

peraudSometimes you can tell how long a dog has been at the SPA not just from his unique identification number (we start with a new letter and from 001 on Jan 1st each year), but also from his name. Looking at the number LL326, SPA aficionados can tell that Peraud has been with us since last year (LL) and about the middle of the year (we get about 650 dogs in annually, so 326 is about halfway. So maybe June or July. Then his name, Peraud. This is a cyclist who did great things in the 2014 Tour de France! Et voila!

Peraud did indeed arrive in late July 2014. He was found as a stray and never reclaimed. His date of birth was estimated as being July 2008 (it has to be an estimate, as like so many of our dogs, he arrived unidentified). Peraud is a grey and black spaniel, who is fine with female dogs and most males. He is very lively, despite his age, and loves his walks.

Peraud is of small to medium size and shares his kennel quite happily. I am not sure how he is with cats, my guess would be enthusiastic, but not necessarily aggressive. A voir, as they say in French.

In any case, if you are looking for a middle aged but active dog to accompany you on walks, why not give Peraud a chance? He has been with us for a long time, and we just can’t work out why no one is interested in him. Spaniels are not just good for hunting, they make great pets too. And the fact that his owner did not come and collect him implies that Peraud is probably not a great hunter. That has to be in his favour! Go on, give this boy a chance!

 

Toffee

toffeeToffee here (although you guys used to call me Farage). Well I arrived in the UK back in October 2014 so I thought it was time I updated you all on what I’m doing. I settled into my new home really quickly, I have lots of other doggies here to show me the ropes and play with. To start with I was a bit a shy but soon found my feet and my spot in front of the fire!! I’ve been to school and I’ve learnt lots of new things, Mum says I am a really good boy and it makes me really proud and waggy when she tells me so. My brothers and sisters all go to school too and they do this silly thing where they run round lots jumping over jumps and they have a walkway and A Frame that they run over and they weave through the poles and things but I don’t see the point of all that nonsense, so when Mum let me try I did the A Frame and the walk way bit just to prove I could but when we got to the jumping bit I laid down and crossed my paws in front of it so after they all stopped laughing she said OK if I didn’t like it, I didn’t have to do agility. She also wanted me to try flyball at school, I know she said it was just for fun but I think it is stupid, I can’t see the point of running all that way just for a ball. I mean who needs a ball that badly, even when my school teacher put a sausage on the flyball box especially for my turn I didn’t run, I couldn’t be bothered if I sit and look cute I will get a sausage anyway so RESULT I don’t have to do that either he he, let them nutty collies run round I say (although when it suits me, If I want to play with them I can run around as well as they can). My big brother Harlequin (you remember him, he lived with you too) doesn’t like that agility stuff either but he is loopy about chasing the ball and he likes all the other school stuff so he does that instead. What I really like to do is to go to the local village fetes and things with my Mum & Grandma – I’m Grandma’s favourite so she spoils me rotten, when she comes to see me she brings me mini toad-in-the-holes they are my favourite treats I really like them. On Sunday Mum took me and Harlequin on a sponsored 10 mile walk with my Grandma. We was very good, because it was hot Mum walked us through the ford so we could splash about (I didn’t really care but Quinn loves to play in the water) and we didn’t even chase the ducks that everyone was feeding from the bridge so we got more brownie points with Grandma. I had my very own T-Shirt for the walk I was the only doggy there that looked so smart matching all the people, so I had lots of pictures taken I’m quite a poser!! And I got an ice-cream for my effort I quite liked that too. Anyway I better go because it will soon be teatime and I don’t want to miss that – I will write again soon folks – thank you all for helping me find my forever home I’m having lots of fun here, I have attached some pictures so you can see me. Loads of Love Toffee XX

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Pepper (Flavie)

pepperWhen we lost our darling Tessa, a calm, never any trouble, flat coated retriever of 9 years old, we thought we’d just see how we all were for a while, including Tally, another flat coat and just 2 years old.

We realised very soon that we were spoiling her rotten and that she was suffering from quite severe loneliness without Tessa so I started talking to Moira at SPA Carcassonne about a rescue dog.

At first a Golden Retriever caught our eye but was snapped up so Moira asked one of the volunteers Carole which dog she would place with us, knowing our backgrounds with dogs etc. and Carole said ‘Oh, Flavie would be perfect for them’.

So, off we went to meet Flavie, who is now renamed Pepper and who we have had for 3 months.

Lucky for her, she hadn’t been at the SPA for very long, only a month, so was raring to come to a new home and showed no signs of being nervous about it at all.

Once here, she soon met some of our friends’ dogs and got on with all of them, racing round our large garden, playing games with them and never seeming to get tired, even when they said ‘enough is enough, thank you!’

She is a cross between a gazelle and a saluki to us, very long, bambi like legs and she can outrun most dogs that we know. She loves her walks in the countryside where there are streams to splash in, she has been camping with us to a lake which she really enjoyed plus we’re taking her to Spain for our annual camping holiday on a campsite which allows dogs and has a huge stretch of beach to run about on with Tally.

Taking on a rescue dog isn’t always completely plain sailing. Pepper had a pretty poorly tummy and an ear infection for a bit but the vet has sorted those now (plus help from Moira and Darcey on email!). she also chewed through 3 leads so we now have chain ones; she still ‘mouths’ at us when very excited which is fine but she has a strong jaw and she is also quite a barker at passing neighbours and the postman – something we’re not used to with the flat coats we’ve had. We’re working on these bits though and I’m confident that, in time, we’ll have it all sorted.

We certainly wouldn’t be without her – she’s a fantastic addition to our family and she and Tally are like sisters now! She also gets on really well with Boris, our cat, something that was checked before we took her on.

Moira and Darcey were absolute stars in being very patient with me and my elongated emails on occasion and for us to finally meet Pepper and take her home. The dogs at the SPA are very lucky to have them but of course they (the dogs!) would all very much like to be in forever homes.

If it were down to me I’d have more but, for now, two is what we have and I think Pepper is certainly very happy with her new home and her new life!

Nikki & Dave Harland . June 2015

 

 

 

Shadow’s Story

 

Shadow is a truly sweet soul who has obviously had a few trials in his life along the way ending up in a refuge again at the age of 7yrs . He was very quiet when he first arrived and we didn’t hear him bark for about a month . He was always just there , no real greeting or confirmation that he knew we existed . Christmas was a bit bewildering! Why were these people giving him squeeky toys , teddy and tennis balls ! What was he meant to do with them , he hadn’t a clue ! The wrapping paper was delicious !! Saucisson on the other hand !! He had stolen one whole saucisson & a baguette by christmas ! Now I have to point out that this was quite a feat , as he was unbelievably unfit & very very fat . His first walks consisted of going down the drive and back , then we progressed to walking to the first bend in the road , about 200m . Not only was he completely puffed on our return , but he was very stiff in his joints . We decided to give him a month of Corteflex , which did the job . He was less stiff and more able to continue with his fitness programme . He has managed to steal 2 more saucisson , but I blame us for turning our backs on him ! He knows the routine , people turn up for an apéro , out comes the saucisson , then we walk the people to their cars and voila , saucisson gone without a trace !! He has however done us proud by losing over 5k in 7months . He is truly obsessed with food , and once in his grasp you can just forget it !! Shadow is an absolute poppet with all other dogs , irrespective of age & size . He has also been a diamond with our neighbours children , a 6yr old and twin 3yr olds ! He likes to chase the chickens when he’s feeling sporty , but it’s only a game ! He now greets us like a puppy whenever we come home and occasionally has been know to give us a cuddle ! He barks at any cars that arrive and defends his home with pride – if I didn’t know him , I don’t think I’d not take him seriously !! As sweet as he is , he’s been an education for us . Before Shadow we owned 3 weimaraners , a Retreiver , 2 Border Terriers and a Griffon . But taking on a rescue dog is a whole new ball game . I think we have had to be more patient with him than any of the others because he’s not a puppy , he has had problems , but therefore the reward we get when things start to come good is immense ! We have no regrets and I am now sure Shadow knows that this is his Forever home , chickens and all ! The pictures are November & now – I hope you can see a difference !
Nikki & Dave Harland . June 2015
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The Journey by Zelda

 

Zelda1“Let’s go back to February 28th 2015….a story from Zelda”
Two dogs that thought they had a home for life were abandoned at the SPA today. First was two-year old Zelda, who was adopted from us (as Zizouille) about a year ago. She is on the “no longer wanted” pile. BUT My new Mum, Jane found this picture of me, and you can see that now I have a different life altogether!! She had decided to volunteer at the SPA Carcassonne, and ventured into the “concrete jungle” initially December 2014. To return shortly after in March on a permanent basis…there was strict instruction from John to find a new member to the family but not a small dog! Well, an open brief and where to start, there was so many to choose from all barking for attention and affection but she kept returning to my home which I shared with a great dog Tazer. Initially I was very frightened and wouldn’t approach anybody, but with some support from Tazer and a treat…we became friends and went out for a walk together. Jane returned on several occasions as a new volunteer and although there were several new dogs, always sat with me and I enjoyed the cuddles that she gave me behind the bars…little did I realise that she had decided…I was going home. Jane shortened her last return to the UK and I was adopted on April 11th…ten days after my 2nd birthday….approximately 6 weeks at the SPA is unusual. We both started our journey together walking the vineyards near Brezilhac, and I soon found new friends as you can see from the pictures…socialisation is hard for me, and I am afraid of people, children, flags, loud noises and shoppings bags to name but a few, but in eight weeks we have made great improvements. I am very lucky as we have a small open garden where I can play with my various toys, and I am particularly good at football…OK I’ve destroyed a few and have thrown a few tennis balls down steep banks which both my new Dad and I have managed to retrieve…we have been to Mirepoix/Limoux markets as my Mum loves to source local fruit/veg and I generally always get a treat when she stops for coffee. Many people have approached me on these days out and I have even had photographs taken….today has been an adventure Toulouse airport….who know’s where we will be going next, such an adventure!!
“A day in the life of a volunteer” Every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon I set off for the afternoon to the SPA Carcassonne….with so many dogs to walk I have to choose those that have not been walked recently…I was surprised it could be up to a week! I personally have a soft spot for the big dogs in their single boxes, and have built up my muscles in my right arm!! (thanks to Gus…lovely chap).They are all so very different when they are given the opportunity to get out… for anyone considering “adopting” please do not pass by those that look over excited, or retire to the back of their homes..just give them a second look. There are two tips I would give any new volunteer make sure you bring water as some days it has been over 30 degrees, and even though we don’t walk on those days…Cindy, Moira and myself washed three puppies for the first time it is thirsty work. Secondly, pair up with a friend, and enjoy the walks together this allows those dogs that are homed in pairs to go for a walk together, and it is great to see the difference. When you have the time get the brush out…with the warmer weather some of the dogs are losing their winter coats and is great to see how they appreciate the cuddles and warmth that you can provide…it always gives me great satisfaction to see the “older dogs” adopted and see them off with their new owners. Anyway back tomorrow with my daughter to show her the ropes and despite the weather, a walk and a smile costs nothing.

 

 

 

My Search & Rescue – A Risk Assessment

search1After the birth of our second daughter and reducing my working hours to part-time, my partner and I felt the time was right to finally add a canine member to our family. I had grown up with spaniels (English Springers and a Brittany Spaniel), and Paul grew up with various breeds, from terriers to poodles. We already had 2 cats (Fonzi, a Burmese, and Cleo, an Egyptian Mau X Bengal). But because we had both worked full-time we did not think it was fair to have a dog we could not commit the time to. My experience of dogs was such that I knew it’s not just about taking care of their physical needs but also their emotional needs.

We did not want to buy from a breeder over here: A : because it’s so expensive, B: because we liked the thought of being able to help a dog who had been given a rubbish deal in life, and finally C: I fell in love with Garf at first sight. After trawling through pages and pages on google of UK dog rescue centres, and unsuccessfully trying to find a spaniel or a hound that was good with kids, and was still young enough for the kids to grow up with, I accidently stumbled across the SPA Carcassonne page. I could not believe all the lovely looking dogs looking for a new home. Garf took my eye straight away, as he was obviously a Brittany Spaniel and so beautiful. I was also keen on an older Brittany spaniel, however we felt Garf maybe too lively for him to handle. As luck would have it my mum decided she wanted the older Brittany (Eclat – who we call ‘Clay’).

After a year of having Garf in our lives, and feeling he was suitably settled and happy, we decided to give him a pal. When a Brittany spaniel puppy appeared on the SPA website we thought she would be ideal as being a puppy she would be more likely to be accepted by Garf. The idea being she would accept his position as leader and be his subordinate. Hmmmmm, enter Pip, she had other ideas. She is a very lovely, but bossy little sister for Garf, just as well he is now a chilled out sort of dude! We purchased a dog crate after about 2 weeks of Pip’s arrival, it has been a brilliant buy. She sleeps in it and it also means Garf isn’t harassed at night by her.

I suppose in sum a we did a risk assessment before we decided to adopt from the SPA Carcassonne, the risks were:

  • Distance, the dogs were in South France (we are in Scotland) – we did not view them before we adopted them;
  • Relying on SPA to test the dogs with kids;
  • Patchy historical / medical info
  • Assumption that a rescue dog will have more issues and be more work;
  • Having to wait longer to get the dogs due to distance/transportation;
  • What if something goes wrong afterwards? E.g the dog is aggressive with the kids?

Why we still went ahead with it regardless:

 

  • The satisfaction of helping a dog in need;
  • The Calibre of dogs available;
  • Good communication with staff at the SPA throughout the process, very helpful and reassuring – and I liked that Moira was Scottish! We trusted them.
  • The SPA sorted vaccinations, passports, transport, and this with cost of the dog was very low compared to theUK.
  • Finding a Brittany Spaniel rescue is a rare thing.

 

search2For these reasons we did it a second time with Pip. It’s actually funny, because she has been more work than Garf, for us the Rescue dog was ‘easier’ than the puppy. I guess all dogs have their own pros and cons regardless of where you get them from. A pure breed dog can have a blow-by-blow account of its medical and family history, but they are not always the most healthy and they maybe expensive to buy. A rescue may be more of a mystery, but I think this makes them quirky and interesting. Here is a low down of our dogs:

 

Exhibit A : Garfield

AKA: ‘Gorgeous Garf’

Brittany Spaniel X Setter, 2.5 years of age at time of rescue.

Issues: Hyper, sensitive tummy, pulling on lead, Poor recall.

Needs: Plenty of walks, to run off the lead, cuddles, Sensitive dog food, PATIENCE.

Pros: Handsome, Intelligent, Already house trained, not destructive, Sporting (helps me stay healthy), Handsome, great with the kids,

Makes me proud he is ours, Handsome, cuddly, A dog as great as him in the UK would cost hundreds as a puppy, and there was no rescues of

his calibre in the whole of the UK – I looked!

 Exhibit B: Pip

AKA: ‘The Enforcer’

Brittany Spaniel X ?, 6 months of age at time of rescue.

Issues : Not toilet trained, chews: toys, books, socks, etc. Can open the pedal bin in the kitchen – likes to empty it, bosses Gorgeous

Garf about – bit jealous when he gets cuddles, doesn’t seem too keen on learning basic commands.

Needs: Food if you want her to perform basic commands (it’s weird that she suddenly knows them when you have chicken in your

hand!), cuddles, a patient big brother (cue Garf!), exercise, not to be overfed.

Pros: She is great with the kids, cuddly, loves people, friendly with other dogs, keeps Garf entertained, good on the lead, excellent recall, loyal.

My mum adopted Clay, as mentioned earlier, he was around 9 years of age when she got him. We initially thought we may only have him for 1 or 2 years as he seemed like he had a rough time in life, appearing weathered. He literally had no issues behaviourally. He and mum ‘clicked’ straight away, he is calm and loving. He is super with the kids, and would make an ideal Therapet. He had to get a lot of teeth out when mum first got him, and has a touch of arthritis, but he is happy and has such a glossy coat now. He is mum’s ‘wingman’ and goes with her when she is out and about in the car and such like.

I guess we have been lucky that I stumbled across the SPA website that day, we have ended up with such lovely additions to the family. We took the ‘risk’ and it paid off, I would only ever choose a rescue dog from now on. It doesn’t make sense to pay hundreds of pounds for a puppy when there is such an abundance of great rescue puppys/dogs needing a better deal. There are risks involved in any form of dog ownership, the most important thing would be to research it fully before you make a decision and make sure you know what to expect, be prepared and be patient!   If a dog can trust and love a human again and give us a second chance, then it’s probably not too much to ask for the same in return.

Wishing all rescuers the best of luck in their adventures,

The Emslie-Fyfe family, Aberdeenshire, Scotland.

 

Pato|P078

patoLarge, Mature, Male

Pato was adopted recently and brought back for no particular reason other than an apartment is not the right place for a dog of this size! Pato is a big dog, and despite his age (he was born in May 2004) he is very active. He is a fine looking boy, but he has a major problem. He HATES cars! My Bella will chase cars, but Pato will attack them, whether stationary or not. Not only that, he will bite through the tyres. Hmm. What sort of home would suit this dog? One with a garden in which no cars enter, for sure. And as for walking, it would have to be somewhere where no cars are likely to pass by, or he will lunge and probably take you with him. Not an easy dog to home! But he deserves his chance!

Contact SPA Carcassonne about this dog

  • Hates cars!!!
  • Needs a strong caring owner
  • Lovely looks

 

 

 

 

 

Echo’s Story

 

echo1In December 2014, I went to SPA Carcassonne looking for a medium-sized, 3 to 7-year-old, easy-going, low maintenance dog that would get on with my neighbours’ griffon fauve de Bretagne, Gaspard, possibly a griffon cross or Brittany spaniel. Though he wasn’t on my list of candidate dogs. I was introduced first to Echo, but he was very shy, reluctant to meet me and, though he was a black griffon cross of the right size and body type, I wanted to get on and see the dogs I’d picked from the website. However, none of them appealed to me; they were either too big, overweight (I like slim, wiry dogs), too bouncy, young or not housetrained. I was attracted to a lovely black labrador, who seemed determined to make eye contact, but was told he didn’t get on with other male dogs. I asked to have another look at Echo. On the website, he was described as a “good-looking”, griffon-cross, the photo showed schnauzer-type face furnishings, which I didn’t like much and a mad look in his eyes. In fact, he had lost all his face furnishings except a straggly beard (possibly through stress), had a goofy look because of his undershot jaw and just looked like a slightly ridiculous black mutt, which I did find quite appealing. We went for a walk, Echo’s tail went up from between his legs and even gave a little wag and when we came back I asked to reserve him.

A couple of weeks later, I took him home. When introduced to his dog bed with fitted sofa-type cushion (chosen because it can be easily washed), Echo plunged nose-first into it, snuggling and wriggling into every conceivable position a dog could be comfortable in. His evident love of comfort made me think of the other dogs facing a cold winter on the concrete floors of their boxes and wish I could manage more than one dog.

I was completely ignorant about French scent hounds, except for the neighbours’ dog. I’d previously had a miniature poodle as a child and, later, a pointer cross acquired as a tiny puppy. A seven-year-old rescue dog of a totally different type was a leap in the dark. I was delighted to find I had adopted an affable, self-contained dog who is totally housetrained and has a minimal amount of basic training (sit, stay, go to bed and sitting for his lead to be put on), doesn’t jump up and lick people, doesn’t chew things he shouldn’t, who rarely barks or growls and never whines, but does bark when he hears a stranger approaching the house. He seems content to be alone downstairs or in the garden while I am working in my office upstairs, loves going for walks and for trips in the car. The house is on the side of a small mountain and Echo’s favourite place in the garden is the corner, overlooking a neighbouring garden, where a cat suns itself on the letterbox, and the street 15 metres below.

Initial power struggles over sitting on the sofa have now been resolved: no he can’t. On the negative side, he’s not terribly bright when it comes to training and cannot be trusted off lead. Echo seems to have been mistreated in the past, he was terrified (now downgraded to scared) of new people, especially men, crowded places and noise. He cowered, clearly expecting to be hit when a friend made a gesture, raising her arm. Gradually he is getting more confident and more affectionate, especially since I established myself as pack leader by not letting him walk ahead of me or eat before I do. Those last two changes seem to have made him less stressed and he has begun to walk through town with his tail in the air, rather than between his legs. The fur is growing back on his snout, which had become rather bald on top and his ridiculous eyebrows and moustache (which I’ve only seen in a picture from last summer), show signs of sprouting anew.echo2About a week after coming to live with me, returning from a long walk, Echo did a little play bow and intimated that he’d like to walk off lead like Gaspard. Foolishly, thinking he just wanted to get home and have his delayed breakfast, I let him off the lead. He shot away up the lane and past the house. I followed calling him; he came halfway back and then rocketed up the path that leads to the top of the mountain. I followed and saw him sniffing something interesting about 200 m ahead of me. I called him; he looked and ran off up the path and out of sight. A couple of minutes later, he came flying down towards me at about 50 km an hour and carried on past for 100 m, turned again and rocketed up past me and up another path into the trees. I stayed still, calling him from time to time and eventually he came back just long enough to wolf down some treats and be caught.

A few days later I let him off the lead somewhere a bit safer, where he was less likely to get out of sight. After about 2 km of high-powered running around, he came back and was suitably rewarded, (in spite of the times he’d been called and hadn’t come back). Thinking he must be tired, and as he showed an inclination, when we got home, to explore up the mountain again, I let him off the lead. He disappeared out of sight before I could blink and calling produced no results. Eventually, just as I thought that I would simply have to go home and wait for him to come back, he came tearing back, closely followed by a large off-lead husky, and let me clip his lead on in return for a treat and hiding behind me. Fortunately the husky turned out to be friendly.

There was another incident soon after, when Echo wriggled past me before I could put his lead on for our evening walk. He disappeared up the mountain behind the house. I called him for about 10 minutes, then went back indoors. The heavy rain forecast for the next three days soon started. I phoned Moira from the SPA and followed her advice to leave the back gate and the downstairs shutters open and the lights on outside. Hours passed and there was no sign of Echo. I started to think he was gone for good and felt really sad looking at his empty dog bed. I stayed up working upstairs, but came down for a last check at midnight. A soaking wet, miserable hound was shivering outside the patio door, silently staring in. Having been towelled down and blowdried, he hid behind the furniture, expecting to be punished. Since that night, he seems to realise that he will not get hit for being a naughty dog and is more affectionate. I have bought a 10 m lead for recall training, but don’t know whether he will ever have a reliable recall.

One morning, coming back up the lane from the market with my hands full of shopping, Echo (who was on the lead) plunged his head into the ivy hanging down a wall and emerged with a struggling black and white cat in his jaws. I shrieked and slapped him and the cat managed to get away, leaving a large chunk of what happily turned out just to be fur in Echo’s mouth and a look of mixed triumph and disappointment on his face! I reminded myself that he’s a hound and hounds are bred to hunt, so it’s not his fault. He seemed very puzzled at my negative reaction.

There are very big advantages with adopting an older dog as they are calmer and less demanding than a puppy or a youngster and still trainable. A small or medium-sized seven-year-old dog is only middle-aged. You don’t have to guess what the dog will look like or how big it will be when it grows up and you can see its basic character. Though the effects of any past mistreatment or lack of early socialisation may never completely disappear, that applies to younger dogs too. I’m really pleased with Echo’s progress over the past month and sure that he will continue to become more confident and learn new things.