Two tiny little dogs arrived today, one looking like a doormat. In fact so much so that when she came back from the vet, I didn’t even realise it was the same dog! This little girl is 13 years old and is micro-chipped, but somehow I don’t think her owners are interested in reclaiming her; they are certainly not answering their phone!
As you can see from the photos, Lola is blind in one eye, and despite the availability of the puppy house (the puppies are in the infirmary and in the cat house, for reasons I won’t go into!), Lola was not going to have a great time at the refuge. Then a saviour arrived; a good friend of one of our worker/volunteers. So Lola has gone to a family home while we look for either her owners or someone who has a heart big enough to adopt this elderly but extremely lively lady. She trotted off trying to play with her lead, like a labrador puppy!
The other little girl is in fine condition but is not identified. In ten days time she will be up for adoption!
So that is the arrivals dealt with; how about the departures? Only one, but it was a good one. Not only because we know the adopter, so it is not a fickle “I want a dog of this breed” flash in the pan. Also because we will no longer have what sounds like either a goat or a snorting pig in the infirmary, as this is what Fonzy, our French bulldog sounded like, depending on his mood.
We will miss him, but it will be much quieter without him!
There were a couple of reservations, too. But I am superstitious about posting too early, as you know!
And goodbye to the noisy goat-pig Fonzy