Anyone who suggests I miss a bird-dog who doesnt change my lifestyle doesnt truly require a dog. And anyone who really requires a pup should really miss a rescue
Last Sunday I went on one of “the worlds largest” nerve-racking drives of “peoples lives”: the two partners behind the pedal, Smooth FM failing to allay us as we hurtled towards the unknown. We were headed for a McDonalds carpark in Prestons, south-western Sydney, where we would convene a male called Marshall who would take a moaning plastic container out of his wagon and initiate us to the next phase of our lives.
Pete had been picked up from demise row at a urban pound by a Wagga-based private rescue group called Riverina Rescue. The organisation doesnt have a website, perhaps because they have had no time to build one. One rescuer, Rhonda, wastes her downtime between switchings at Woolworths saving bird-dogs from euthanasia after their two-week viewing interval is up, and with a handful of helpers and organisers carting them between the pound, the veterinarian and her owned in Wagga. She, or her other transporters, will sometimes drive more than a thousand kilometres in a day.
Marshall, who drove to Prestons to gratify 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 hounds for different rescue bureaux. And Rhonda who has room for 25 pups at a time, and creates in a brand-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 most recent. Forecasted at being about a year old-fashioned, he was on the kill index at Narromine pound before being saved by Marshall, and driven to a veterinarian who desexed him, injected him and categorized him with amazing vagueness as dachshund x DOG, capitals his.
The only other intelligence we had about Pete was a photo of the most hopeful sees youve ever seen, and 60 -odd terms 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 suggestion what he could be crossed with, possibly kelpie but he is only small-time and squat.
He wouldnt be suitable for a home with young children as we seem “hes been” pestered or fallen on by kids previously.
Transport arranged if needed.
Small and squat. Tantalized or descended on by girls. He sounded, perhaps, perfect.
We paid the deposit for a tribulation( a tribulation was crucial not just for us and Pete, but for the neighbours too ), bought a berth, a pas, some dolls and puppy nutrient and rushed in the car to pick him up.