Monday 23 November 2015

I Guess You Might Call this Settling In!


I have to say... the team back at Gouves Animal Shelter, in Crete (where I came from)... they did a great job on me... Along with the rest of the pooches I was fed and watered ... I could wee and poo whenever and wherever I wanted and then, at the end of the day, whichever of the volunteers who drew the short straw would come around and hose down the place down to freshen things up. They all gave us love and life was good. It was warm (not so much rain as here) and I now know that stability had arrived in my life... But, I left Gouves about 10 days ago!
And - they hadn't told me about THIS place!

Here, in downtown Worthing (I think it must be near the North Pole) I go for a walk every morning (maybe even along the pier). I am still on the coast here but on this one it's a little on the chilly side. The Mediterranean it definitely is NOT... Sometimes there's another walk just after lunch (yeah I have lunch too) and then again, after my evening meal - yep, we may go out again. It's been said by a few of the 'uprights' around here that I really need to put on quite a bit of weight. But I think my ribs have almost disappeared (in a certain light). I am still quite nervous and maybe, when I was at Gouves, I didn't assert myself enough and some of my pushier pals were a little daunting to have as neighbours. I've also heard in the last few days that my 'journey' really started when I was found scavenging around Crete's less salubrious areas - taking my pick from the dustbins - they were the ones without lids.

Every night here I have been made to lay on a huge cushion (they thought I was going to be much bigger) in front of a fire ( did I say it's cooler here than it was in Crete)... And I have a toy in each room... In front of the fire it's my new best friend - the green funky chicken. You know what? I think I'm gonna like it here. And next week I get to go to Brittany! I'll let you know how it works out!

Quick PS:- Yesterday a £100 parking fine arrived in the post...because the uprights overstayed the free parking period whilst waiting for me to arrive at the rendezvous point... That went down well!

What do you think of the threads huh? Good eh?! This is my Top Gun Jacket!
Now for the truth... (CS here) Until about ten minutes before sitting down to write my own bit here - I was beginning to despair over the "weeing and pooing whenever and wherever etc.," because he has had his 'catch me if you can' moments... But tonight Rudy stirred from his big cushion and sauntered, maybe a little resignedly, to the lounge door. Micki said... I think he might want to go out. Quick as a whip - because he has been quite wil'o the wisp - and suddenly - there will be a puddle and he will be standing yards away looking like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. "Who me?"... "No, it wasn't me!" The cat at least uses the litter tray - even if the outside world is not even on her radar. So we know it wasn't her!
So, I carry Rudy to the kitchen door and we go outside together and, almost before my backside touches the bench it's...a wee on the lawn and, a quickstep to the flower bed - amongst the shrubs (not even on the lawn) and voom! A number two too! Brilliant!! A breakthrough? I'll let you know! Everything else is just perfect! Rudy is superb, an absolute delight. He walks to heel on the lead as though he's just left the show ring at Cruft's. He is such a joy! btw... he has put on a kilo since the first vet weigh in a week ago!!


He's going to love Brittany! We're going to give truffle hunting a try...Wish us luck!!
and... Rudy now owes me a tank of fuel because we had to travel to collect him on two consecutive days after unavoidable delays caused some real hassles for the Gouves volunteers... And I got a bloody parking ticket on that poxy motorway service area! This bloody dog owes me big time now. He'd better learn how to tap dance or something! (I was also flashed by a speed camera... but that one hasn't materialised in the post yet!!!)...

Did someone say Truffle Hunting?
That sounds like I could be on wages...
Sounds like I might be needing a talent just to pay
off the upright's motoring offences... Humpf!

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