Well that's forced my hand
May I introduce our two new dogs, Mia and Sophie. Our last dogs, Lucy and Rip, cross terriers, both died of old age earlier this year (14 and 16). I was told 'no more dogs', but that didn't stop me looking. I had seen Sophie and Mia already on one of the rehoming sites near us, but they were advertised as being unsuitable to share with other pets. Then we had lockdown and the rehoming places were shut down too. It seemed like forever before we were able to go to visit them, but it was mutual love straight away, so we brought them home.
Their back story is that they are mother and daughter and had belonged to a man who could no longer cope with life or with them, so he had to hand them in. That must be the most painful thing to do.
Mia is thought to be a Staffie cross Lab, 10yo, and her daughter Sophie is a Pointer cross.
They had been waiting to be rehomed for just short of a year. No matter how good the kennel maids are and how much they love them, it has to be a jail sentence for the dogs. I had been struck by the sad and lacklustre look in Sophie's eyes on their rehoming photos, and it was my aim to get them bright and happy asap. After 48 hours I can truly say that Sophie is bright, alert and happy, confident and enjoying life again. Mia had not suffered so much I think and is a bit goofy and just wants to be stroked and cuddled.
I am so pleased to have been able to bring them home at last. I must admit I'm knackered, as two middle aged dogs have a whole load more energy and oomph than two little terriers on their last legs, who were happy with a couple of short runs a day and wanted to spend the rest of their time snoozing