Anyone who says I require a pup who doesnt change my lifestyle doesnt really want a pup. And anyone who really misses a pup should really want a rescue
Last Sunday I went on one of the most 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 meet a male appointed Marshall who would take a whimpering plastic box out of his wagon and establish us to the next phase of our lives.
Pete had been picked up from extinction sequence at a rural pound by a Wagga-based private recovery radical announced Riverina Rescue. The organisation doesnt have a website, perhaps because they have had no time to build one. One rescuer, Rhonda, expends her downtime between shifts at Woolworths saving puppies from euthanasia after their two-week accommodating 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 hundreds of thousands of 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 reckons he has picked up between 6,000 and 8,000 puppies for different rescue organizations. And Rhonda who has space for 25 puppies at a time, and fetches in a new save whenever one disappears 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 register at Narromine pound before being saved by Marshall, and driven to a veterinarian who desexed him, injected him and categorized him with incredible vagueness as dachshund x DOG, capitals his.
The only other information we had about Pete was a photo of the most hopeful sees youve ever known, and 60 -odd statements on his PetRescue page 😛 TAGEND
Pete is now in care after being left in a rural pound.
We have no history on him so no meaning what he could be crossed with, perhaps kelpie but he is only tiny and squat.
He wouldnt be suitable for a dwelling with young children as we feel “hes having” been taunted or descended on by kids previously.
Transport formatted if needed.
Small and hunker. Taunted or descended on by kids. He chimed, maybe, perfect.
We paid the deposit for a trial( a tribulation was all-important not just for us and Pete, but for the neighbours too ), bought a berth, a leading, some toys and pup meat and jump-start in the car to pick him up.
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