Jack Frost…

As the frosty mornings start arriving the younger ones in the pack delight in the crisp feeling under paw.

Chasing tails and birds as they fly over head, frolicking amongst the plants and playing tig, tag, tail. You can see the delight in all their faces.

Theb there’s Wallace, who to be fair is out of bed several hours earlier than he usually is and is not a morning person unless food is in the game.

We’ve never seen Wallace move so quick and with such agility. One minute he was attending to his morning bathroom visit – the next minute he was gone!

On further investigation though we found him, inside, warm and comfortable – god knows how he got on the back of the couch but the face sayes it all really…

(captions on a postcard please 🤣.)

‘Cuddle Monster’

This is the boy who was ‘unhomeable’ who couldn’t be rehabilitated. Who was on his last chance.

Not allowed around children or other dogs, who carried red dangerous dog warning alerts on all his vet and behaviour notes.

Who was dumped on the streets, failed by humanity, hungry, scared and abused – who would never recover or trust again…

Who is now known as ‘the cuddle monster’ here. It has been a journey, there have been moments of heart breaks, battles of will and hard learning curves for this little man.

The outcome, he is a well rounded, friendly family pet. Who goes up to every visitor with confidence (but god help any burglar.)

He’s Gobby and sometimes misunderstood for that and has table manners like a caveman on crack (food is life.)

But also a perfect example that everyone needs a chance ❤️


Stop lying woman…

When you try telling the old man there is no treats left and he doesn’t fall for it 😅

Just you help yourself Wallace but watch your nose doesn’t get stuck 🤣


Waiting for Santa to arrive and bring snacks did not really meet Wallace’s expectations, as he wanted snacks now, not wait another seven weeks.

It was bad enough he had to wait for a strange, fat man in a red suit to arrive in the middle of the night in December and not be allowed to bark at him and bite his bum he silently contemplated without having being my made to sit waiting in the Christmas display like a right Wally to satisfy his hoomuns – especially when he could see the dog treat section directly opposite him.

So, Wallace drew the line at wearing a Christmas hat and singing Christmas songs in protest…

Gin Gin…

🐾Happy Gotcha Day🐾

It’s Ginny’s 2nd Gotcha day, two years ago she came to us at six months old as a temporary foster due to a relationship break up where neither party wanted her.

She had been crated due to her owners both working full time and was a wild thing with no socialisation. She ate, drank, toileted and slept in her crate.

Being a very high energy dog, she was like a wound up spring, even the simplest things like introducing bowls to feeding time was interesting.

Ginny struggled at first, doing everything at impulse, she was also a runner with no recall, a furniture climber and a nervous tiddler. Generally a confused little girl.

With the help of the pack, she found her paws as they say. She’s a naughty wee thing (and Willies prodigy) but the most loving and caring dog, although a bit creepy with it (if you’ve met her, you know what we mean!)

Where Maggie introduces manners and expectations, Ginny takes all the waifs and strays that have been through our door and shows them fun, she breaks the ice.

We are so proud of how far she has come, she’ll never be a goodie two shoes but we love her and her naughty little streaks very much!

🐾Happy 2nd Gotcha Day🐾

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