Anyone who says I miss a dog who doesnt change my lifestyle doesnt really crave a puppy. And anyone who really wants a bird-dog has truly require a rescue
Last Sunday I went on one of “the worlds largest” nerve-racking drives of “peoples lives”: 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 congregate a follower appointed Marshall who would take a sobbing plastic box out of his wagon and acquaint us to the next phase of our lives.
Pete had been picked up from demise sequence at a urban pound by a Wagga-based private recovery radical called Riverina Rescue. The organisation doesnt have a website, probably because they have had no time to build one. One savior, Rhonda, invests her downtime between shifts at Woolworths saving pups from euthanasia after their two-week viewing period is up, and with a handful of helpers and organisers carting them between the pound, the vet 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 satisfy us, is her son. In the four years he has been a transporter he calculates “hes having” picked up between 6,000 and 8,000 bird-dogs for different rescue agencies. And Rhonda who has space for 25 puppies at a time, and introduces in a new save whenever one leads out has saved a fair share of them, maybe 1,000 over the past seven years.
Pete was one of the latest. Reckoned at being about a year age-old, he was on the kill roll at Narromine pound before being saved by Marshall, and driven to a veterinary who desexed him, inoculated him and categorized him with terrific vagueness as dachshund x DOG, capitals his.
The only other datum we had about Pete was a photo of “the worlds largest” hopeful seeings youve ever seen, and 60 -odd paroles on his PetRescue sheet 😛 TAGEND
Pete is now in care after being left in a rural pound.
We had not yet been biography on him so no intuition what he could be crossed with, perhaps kelpie but he is only tiny and squat.
He wouldnt be suitable for a residence with young children as we feel “hes having” been tantalized or fallen on by kids previously.
Transport organized if needed.
Small and squatting. Pestered or fallen on by minors. He announced, maybe, perfect.
We paid the deposit for a contest( a tribulation was requisite not just for the americans and Pete, but for the neighbours more ), bought a bed, a make, some dolls and dog nutrient and hopped in the car to pick him up.