Tuesday, 28 June 2011

A message from Maeve

My name is Maeve and I think I'm about 14 or 15 years old, but I'm not sure.
I could be older - I sure feel older anyway :( 

I want to tell you a bit about myself - I've had lots of litters of puppies but never watched them grow as they were taken away at a young age.  I ended up in a shed a few years back and I wasn't allowed back out again. I think it was 5 or 6 years but time just seemed to blur after a while.  Until recently I forgot that the outside existed anymore.   My door never opened properly and when it did I would hide away at the back, sometimes food and water would be thrown in and then the door would shut again.

One day my door opened wide and a different person stood there.  She was outlined by the golden sun shining behind her and I thought it was my time and an angel had come to collect me to take me over the bridge. 

My angel told me her name was Eila, and that she had come for me and nothing would hurt me ever again as I was now under the care of Wiccaweys.   Eila carried me out into the sunlight and I was waiting for the Rainbow Bridge to appear, but no, it wasn't my time.  Instead Eila put me into a car and took me to stay with foster mummy called Lucy.

My nails used to hurt me as they curled up and stuck in my pads, but then they stopped hurting because I stopped walking around.  Lucy & Eila cut my nails and suddenly I could walk without pain in my feet.  I have some pain in my back legs due to old age and not using them for such a long time but I'm felt so much better at Lucy's and was able to potter about.

I couldn't believe that I would get fresh water all day long and lots of good things to eat.  Lucy gave me lots of meat and nuts and I didn't even have to share them with any of Lucy's other 8 dogs.  I couldn't believe it!! 
I really thought I'd died and gone to heaven but one night I pinched myself and I was awake :)

Can you believe that, a bowl to myself and a bed to call my own! Does life get better than this I thought? 

I was very nervous and scared as I haven't had much human contact but Lucy had lots of goodies and even though I try to hide away I found myself coming forward for treats :) I gave her a wag of my tail and I thought she'd faint she was so happy.  I decided I would try to be braver.

One day I heard Lucy tell Eila yes, she'd bring me to the vet  and we can see how I am.  I have lumps and bumps on my underbelly from having lots of puppies and things.  The vet said that I was too old for going under, but he was happy that they weren't life threatening and at my age should be left be.

Eila & Sarah hoped that someone in Eire would come forward to give me a retirement home, but no-one wanted an old lumpy, bumpy lady like me.  So one day Lucy & Eila kissed me good bye, tucked me up in a nice comfy blanket in a travelling bed and waved me off telling me to be brave. 

I travelled with some other dogs, a few were collies and they were very excited chatting away.  They kept talking about new lives and families who would love them and that they all had their paws crossed.  I didn't say anything, I just listened to them.  I was happy for them, it is right and good that the youngsters should have a chance at a new life overseas in England.  I knew that it wasn't to be for me though.  I was too old to find a proper home of my own.   I couldn't play games or do things that normal collies do.  I was still very scared of people so who would understand me and want me?   I didn't think that anyone would ever love me.  I would die lonely.

After a long trip, the transport stopped.  I heard voices outside and some of the younger collies started to get excited.  "We're here, its Wiccaweys, we're here!!"    The doors opened and in the light I could see 3 figures.  The man that had driven us and 2 new people.   Rushing around the new people were 3 happy looking collies and an older rough collie who told everyone that he was in charge and supervising.  The youngsters on the van were very excited.  The lady looked into the crates in turn and then got to mine.  "Hello Maeve, we've been waiting for you to arrive my love.  You're home now."  

HOME?   A HOME???   FOR ME???? 

The man was called Paul & the lady was called Sarah.  The youngsters on the van couldn't wait to get off and stretch their legs.   They were dashing around here and there, sighs of relief as they went to the loo and big cheers all round when they saw new beds and breakfast waiting for them!     Everyone dived in and soon settled down.

Then it was my turn.  I wasn't sure, so I tried to hide in my crate.  Sarah just sat with me and spoke very softly.  She put a lead over my head, gently lifted me out of the crate and popped me on the grass.  I'm ashamed to say that I was shaking so much that I had an accident and my legs forgot how to work.   I hid my head away as I was embarrassed.  It was obvious that these people would never hurt me, but I just couldn't control my fears.   Sarah was talking to me very quietly and she had water streaming out of her eyes and rolling down her cheeks.    Very gently, Sarah picked me up and carried me round to the house.  Paul led the way, opening the gate and the doors so we could go straight in.

Paul opened a door and 2 older dogs came out.  They introduced theirselves as Tipper & Sabrina.  Tipper had an Irish burr to his voice and he told me he'd travelled over a few years ago.  He told me he had a bad heart murmour and that a little while ago his legs stopped working properly - but they were better again now.  Sabrina looked at me and my lumpy bits and showed me hers.  She said that she'd been in a pound in England and no-one wanted her because of her lumps and bumps.    That was until she'd come to Wiccaweys.  Sarah & Paul wanted her and they loved her because she was Sabrina, Brina-Brina Ballerina and that she was home now with them.   It didn't matter about her lumps and bumps and that Sarah and Paul saw her for herself and nothing else.   She told me it would be the same with me.   Tipper and Sabrina told me that at Wiccaweys age was just a number, it didn't matter.  I could be myself and take as long as I needed to relax.  I wouldn't be rushed to do anything, ever.

The other 3 dogs I'd seen earlier came rushing up and I felt a little shy, so Tipper asked them to calm down and show some manners!!   I couldn't believe it when Sabrina told me they were all aged 11 years!!!   They were like 5 year olds!!   The older rough collie was a bit more sedate, and he introduced himself as Colonel Custard.

Tipper and Sabrina invited me to room with them, so Sarah carried me into the blue lounge and popped me on the floor.  I was a bit overwhelmed so I scurried under a table.   Sarah put a water bowl near me and some breakfast and left me with Tipper and Sabrina.    While it was just me and them, they showed me the dog beds -WOW!!   Comfort or what?!!   They told me they were made of something called memory foam and I was allowed to sleep on any I liked!!   Heaven again!!

Sarah and Paul said welcome home Maeve, you never, ever have to worry again.


So that was a few weeks ago.  I'm still scared of people I don't know, but I'm starting to trust Sarah and Paul and I don't feel that I have to hide away everytime they come in the room now.  I like to watch what they are doing from my posh bed.  :)   I have lots of lovely things to eat and 2 very good friends to chat too and who look after me and keep me company.

Best of all - I AM HOME, I HAVE A HOME AND A FAMILY!!!


My previous life seems so far away now and I thank my Angel Eila for saving me from my dark hell hole.  I'm a realist and know that I might not have a very long life because of the lumps and bumps, but as Sabrina says we do have a life and a family now - and we will enjoy it for as long as we have. 

Love,
Maeve
xxxxxx




Head Boy reporting in!

Hello Waggy Tales Fans,

Head Boy Prince Charming here, reporting in.  Sorry its been so long, there has been lots going on and I've not had chance to purloin Mummy Sarah's laptop recently.   I've got it now, although I have to say I'm a bit unnerved by the Cockeral sat on the armchair next to me!!  His name is Erroll, and thats a whole other story!

Anyhoooo, life has been plodding on as normal.  The Sausage Pockets (weekend dog walkers) will have kept you updated via their blog, so hopefully you haven't missed us too much.   Doggy folks have been coming and going, some lucky dogs have found their new families and I'm glad that I have been able to help them with that.  We've had some very scared and sad folks arrive and they are still coming to terms with their past and recovering before they can move on.  Its so sad to see their bewildered faces, but us doggies will explain to them that it will be ok from now on.  Its a very important job because sometimes they just don't understand and find hooomans very, very scarey - in those cases it is up to us permanent residents to play our part and be a bridge between hoomans and dogs and help them to be brave.

On another note, we have been overun with Brats at the moment.  Everywhere I look there are puppies!!!   There are 6 here with us, and Auntie Eleanor is fostering 2.    When they are all out playing it feels like there are 200 puppies racing around.  Any adults with any sense stay out of the way and batten down the hatches!!
Have you seen that Meerkat advert where the little pups are singing, and Alexander has ear plugs in...... yes, well thats what I'm like!   "Finished?   Good!"    Little beasties - but in a begruding way I suppose they are quite cute.

Miss Rosie Cocker Spaniel had a hair cut at the weekend.   Teeeheeee, she went to Chez Mummy Sarah - now any dog with any sense knows to scarper pretty quickly if they see her walking around with the clippers in her hand!   Poor Rosie wasnt so lucky - althought I have to say she looks years younger and has very sexy clipped ears now.  She wasn't happy to start with, but now its so hot I think she realises that Mummy Sarah meant well, even if she did miss a few bits here and there!!   

Anyway, I better shoot, things to do, puppies to organise.
Love to all,
Prince Charming
xxxxx

Friday, 14 January 2011

BoooHoooo!! New Balls Please!!!

The naughty vet man took away my favourite toys today and made me come home with a bucket on my head.

I'm not a happy Scooby.   Chip is laughing at me because I look sttttupid!

I'd better get loads of treats from the Sausage Pockets tomorrow to make up for it!!!

Sulking Scooby of Wiccaweys

Thursday, 13 January 2011

I have a new title!!!

Mummy Sarah has promoted me.   She says I am HEAD BOY!!

Apparently over Christmas she was watching some of the old St Trinians films and has decided that Wiccaweys is the doggy version of St Trinians - except with both girls and boys!!     Naughty little scamps who get up to lots of mischief, but deep down we all have hearts of gold!!

When we have our daily party in the barn, Mummy now runs around singing the theme tunes to St Trinians at us, but changes the words to include Wiccaweys and doggies!!!    Teeeeheeee!!

As I am such a superstar, I have been awarded the position of Head Boy.  Its a very important position and I take it very seriously.  I monitor the hooligans very carefully and make sure they are misbehaving in a supervised manner!!   Teeeheeee!!

FiFi is head girl - I'm not sure she is responsible enough as she is far too interested in that Lennie Bassett..... they disappear behind the 'bike sheds' and KISS!!!!   Yuk!!!!!   Since he's arrived she has turned into a right little strumpet!!!   Thank goodness they've both been for the vet visit!!    Really its enough to put a Head Boy off his tea!!!
Lottttttttttts of love
Prince Charming
Head Boy

Thursday, 25 November 2010

Wednesday, 24 November 2010

The Real Butch.....

Hi Butch Fans, ok, Blog Fans....

Its me, Butch and this is my first attempt at blogging.  I had to push that Scooby beastie of the keyboard.... he was bonking it!!!     Oh the shame!!

Anyhows, I thought I would let everyone know what I've been up to today.  You see, I have a bit of a reputation as a Bad Boy / Thug.   But deep down, I'm not like that - and I don't want to be like that.  I just get a bit confused.

See, when I'm on my lead I act and look really scary and cross.  Its not very useful really when I'm out with the other dogs and sometimes it gets me into trouble.  It does depend who is on the end of the lead and how much confidence I have in them, but it is a bit silly really.  

It must have started in my old home, but I can't really remember now.  My previous Daddy went into hospital forever and couldn't look after me anymore.  I think that before that happened I used to look after him.   Mummy Sarah thinks that I was either attacked by another dog when I was on lead, or I tried to protect my dad at some point when I was on lead.

I'm trying very hard to get better, but sometimes when I'm out with the walkers and on lead I lose confidence and am a bit mean to other doggie friends walking with me.   I know, I'm a silly twit and I know I look very scarey and grumpy indeed.  :(

However, the Real Butch is the one that Mummy Sarah & Daddy Paul sees all the time.  I love coming out and playing in the barn with the other doggies.  We play racey chasey games and wrestle.   Today that naughty scamp 'Scooby DON'T!' decided that I was his bonking victim.....   Mummy said she was very proud of me because I didn't get cross in the slightest and in this case I actually had every right to tell him to sling his hook!   Mummy told him to stop it and we played chase with everyone else instead.  Jack and I were doing the flirty dance, and batting paws which was great fun - its mad because when we are on lead you would think we are deadly enemies!!

So I am trying very hard to get better on lead and I am getting there, which makes Mummy & Daddy very proud of me. 

I give the bestest cuddles to people and that makes everything right when I get cuddled back.

Love to everyone (in an off lead mood)
Butch
xxxxx