What better way to start the New Year than with a success story.
Meet Clover the adopted Hound who has prepared this wonderful diary of a week in her life.
Whilst in foster Clover needed to have eye surgery for entropion as well as spaying; she also suffered with seperation anxiety
She was just 3 years old when she joined the BRNGB family. Enjoy her story!
Meet Clover our emergency foster back in February 2020, who we went on to adopt in July 2020.
Early start for me today. My hooman Mummy works at ‘Doggy Day Care’. They say I’m lucky as I get to go to work with the hooman, however she needs to learn that unless there is a sausage treat on my bed in the car I have no intention of getting in there. When we get there I hear her apologizing for being late & blaming me. Easily sorted!!!!!!
Day off for my hooman Mum so means I get to stay at home & survey the house for any crumbs that maybe around. Join my hooman Dad in his office as he works from home. His bin is an interesting place & I often help him to empty it over the floor.
With a full stomach its sleep time on the couch. I hear, you shouldn’t be up there quite often. I dare you to try & move me I think. (they love me too much)
Wild Wednesday – These people who look after us at Day Care have used some very choice words throughout the day. (my big ears hurt). My four legged friends have been very energetic today & very vocal. The humans are currently completing the daily report for my friends which are sent to their hoomans to let them know how the day has gone (Oh dear!)
Thursday. Again hooman mum is not in work. She thinks that if were not in work I still need a decent walk, (how silly she is?) However I would just rather look out the window to see if I can see any of my friends going past and then fall asleep.
After an hour walk I’d had enough. The way to get the hoomans to take you home rather quickly.
This is me as a result of yesterdays adventure. No laughing at what I have got on my head!!.
Saturday. Well the hoomans took me to Day Care as they use me to introduce new dogs. However not interested today.
Sunday is day of rest, & yes this was me.
My humans say I am not a normal basset & call me ‘sweetie pie’. I’ve recently passed the assessment to become a ‘Pets at Therapy’ dog & am in the process of sorting out visiting the Marina Daglish Cancer treatment centre.
I often hear the hoomans say I am the best thing that ever happened to them for a few years. I think you ladies at the Basset Hound rescue are the best things that ever happened to me as you got me out of the sad situation I was in and we all can’t thank you enough.
We offer full Rescue Back Up to all of our hounds and we keep in contact with all adoptees. We are always here to help and we love hearing about how the Hounds lives are.
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