Anyone who reads I miss a puppy who doesnt change my lifestyle doesnt actually miss a dog. And anyone who really craves a dog should really miss a rescue
Last Sunday I went on one of the most nerve-racking drives of my life: my partner behind the rotate, Smooth FM failing to soothe us as we hurtled towards the unknown. We were headed for a McDonalds carpark in Prestons, south-western Sydney, where we would satisfy a husband reputation Marshall who would take a sobbing plastic carton out of his wagon and initiate us to the next phase of our lives.
Pete had been picked up from death row at a rural pound by a Wagga-based private recovery group called Riverina Rescue. The organisation doesnt have a website, probably because they have had no time to build one. One savior, Rhonda, expends her downtime between changes at Woolworths saving dogs from euthanasia after their two-week deeming age is up, and with a handful of aids and organisers carting them between the pound, the veterinarian and her belonging in Wagga. She, or her other transporters, will sometimes drive more than a thousand kilometres in a day.
Marshall, who drove to Prestons to assemble us, is her son. In the four years he has been a transporter he calculates he has picked up between 6,000 and 8,000 bird-dogs for different save bureaux. And Rhonda who has cavity for 25 puppies at a time, and wreaks in a new save whenever one disappears out has saved a fair share of them, perhaps 1,000 over the past seven years.
Pete was one of the most recent. Thought at being about a year old, he was on the kill list at Narromine pound before being saved by Marshall, and driven to a veterinarian who desexed him, injected him and classified him with fantastic vagueness as dachshund x DOG, capitals his.
The only other knowledge we had about Pete was a photo of “the worlds largest” hopeful sees youve “ve ever seen”, and 60 -odd texts on his PetRescue sheet 😛 TAGEND
Pete is now in care after being left in a urban pound.
We have no history on him so no theory what he could be crossed with, maybe kelpie but he is only small and squat.
He wouldnt be suitable for a home with young children as we seem he has been tantalized or fallen on by boys previously.
Transport formatted if needed.
Small and squatting. Teased or fallen on by girls. He resonated, perhaps, perfect.
We paid the deposit for a contest( a ordeal was critical not just for us and Pete, but for the neighbours too ), bought a bunk, a leading, some dolls and hound food and jumped in the car to pick him up.