Last monday Romeo finally arrived in the airport in Copenhagen. Juliette was ofcourse waiting there wtih her fostermum Tanja.
Romeo came out of the box wagging his tail. He went straight over to Juliette and was obviously very happy to see her again.
He's very happy in his family, Romeo. And so is Juliette. And they will stay together always.
They fostermum Tanja has now decided to adopt both these lovely galgos.
I will make the contracts and so forth. Tanja lives not far from me and I have seen the dogs a couple of times already. Juliette has put on a lot of weight and is looking much better. Her tail and skin has healed. Romeo looked good upon his arrival. Well fed and in the best possible mood. Now, all is good for those two
That's a happy ending!!

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Luke - now Pepito - is living with me and is a lovely little dog. Mother Zena has adopted him and he enjoys being with the other dogs. His best friend is Fatity ( the little white pup from Puerto Real:-)).
Pepito is staying with me - he is a lovely and happy little boy!
Love
Pia

Denmark 7/3/ 08

During my visit in Spain in September where I was picking up 3 galgos and a podenco for waiting families in Denmark, I visited 2 shelters for abandoned dogs.

Upon my arrival I drove to visit ACE’s shelter and to meet Fabienne. An infernal noise began as we entered the shelter. All the dogs were very excited about the visit and they were all eagerly trying  

to stand as close to the bars as possible – the bars that separate them from us.

All the dogs at the shelter were in desperate need of a safe place to live with people who’d take care of them and love them.

All the dogs were kind, friendly and desperately seeking our attention.

It has a huge impact on an animal-friend to see so many dogs gathered in one place; all have they been judged invalid and unimportant by the people who used to own them. Perhaps because the dog became sick, perhaps because he grew old or perhaps because he’s no longer a cute little puppy – or maybe because he’s just one more of many puppies.

In the middle of the noise and the disturbance stood Ilka. Quietly waiting she watched us. Without any sparkle in her eyes and on weak hind legs and her fur all scruffy, she sent me a glance that made tears come to my eyes.

During the years I have met many dogs that have told their sad stories – not with words that humans understand, but their tails, their attitude and the sad looking eyes have said more than a thousand words.

In a few seconds I experienced how Ilka told me about a long life without kindness from anybody. And as she, although she was afraid of people she didn’t know, on her weak legs came to the bars and put her head into my hands there was no way back. While we stood there, Ilka and I, she started growling. My colleague had arrived and Ilka told him, that she didn’t like men.

Fabienne asked if I wanted to go into Ilka’s yard. I thanked her no. Had I gone in, I most probably would have stayed.

When I left Ilka I didn’t look back. The meeting with her had taken its toll and like a true cry-baby I continued my journey along with my colleague. I knew I had to have Ilka. Under normal circumstances I’m an honest person but now, I tried in a thousand different ways to convince my colleague to smuggle Ilka in a pocket, in the bottom of a bag or just anything. I didn’t care how. My colleague however could not be convinced to do so.

Honesty is the best policy and so we drove on to meet more unfortunate dogs in another shelter.

I did actually try to convince my colleague several times during our stay to go back to get Ilka.

But when we left Spain it was without her.

A couple of days later, having driven all night in the mountains and on motorways, waited in the airport,  and having flown for hours, we arrived in Denmark with lovely dogs, to find my car ripped apart by somebody who’d tried to steal it. After a long drive home with a tow truck I finally arrived at my house. I immediately wrote a mail to Fabienne asking her permission to adopt Ilka. The permission came quickly. When Ilka would be ready to travel was an open question. Her estimated age was 7. She could be 7 and she could be a 100 years old. I didn’t know and it didn’t matter. For sure she was worn and used. And most definitely she had never experienced a good and safe life along with people who cared for her. And it was obvious that she had given birth to a lot of puppies.

What was also obvious to me was, that for this dog I needed to make a difference. In the middle of the noise and despite her fright for people she showed me great trust by putting her head into my hands.

Without knowing so our meeting meant, that Ilka put her life in my hands.

The nights start to get colder in Spain in September. And for Ilka there’s no possibility of sleeping indoors. Before it got any colder, she had to come home.

And Ilka, my Portuguese podenco left the shelter some weeks later. The shelter that up until the day I picked her up is the only place where she has experienced kindness from humans.

Thank you all so much for Ilka, thank you all for the fantastic work that you do for the unfortunate dogs and cats every day, all year round. I feel very lucky for having met you.

  

 

 

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Elfje (Elle)

 

 

 

She is a lovely dog with a big heart and she seems to be enjoying life here in Drunen. She gets on very well with our other dog Caspar and they are inseperable now. The kids adore her because she is so playful – even though she steals soft toys and puts them in her basket – we think she thinks they are her puppies. Everything is new – especially leaves falling from the trees – its fascinating for her – we don’t think she has seen this before. Regardless of all the changes in her life recently, Spot is settling nicely into a new rhythm of life – one with plenty of nice walks, lots of cuddles and new friends. We are very lucky to have found her.

 

 

Trudy is a delightful dog and we get on well. She does have some behavioural problems due, I believe, to ill treatment in her past but nothing too serious. As you can see her coat is very slowly growing back and by the time it is fully back will no doubt have to have it all cut off again! I usually have them done every spring so they don’t get knotted up with seeds and of course so I can spot the dreaded ticks – altho’ they also have their new Scalibor collars at that time also.

Anyway all the best to you all at ACE .You do great work and I am very grateful that you were there for Trudy.

 

 

 

 

 

Hide at home,

For more than a year he saw everybody going home, he hoped and hoped that his turn would come,....

Sometimes he was giving up, and lay down in the back of his cage sad and without hope,.....

but none of us ever gave up, we knew one day he could go home, and we are very thankfull to the new owner in Sweden that they chose a dog which had less possibilities,.... and Hide, will be gratefull  ...a life long,....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

Da ist Pelle mit seinen neuen Geschwistern Sissa (die große Hündin, die ich aus einem Tierheim in Italien geholt habe) und Panto (ein Strandläufer, den wir von einem Korfu-Urlaub mitgenommen haben). Sissa ist ca. 12-13 Jahre alt und Panto 7 Jahre.

Pelle hat sich wunderbar eingewöhnt. Er macht jetzt sehr viele Dummheiten, bellt bei jedem fremden Geräusch, (er muss ja jetzt aufpassen auf sein neues Zuhause) und rennt und spielt wie der Teufel. Ich denke, dass er langsam vergisst, was er Böses erleben musste. Es gibt ja so viele neue Dinge zu sehen und zu erleben.  

Er ist ein richtiger süßer kleiner Herzensbrecher. Ich bin ganz vernarrt in ihn.  

 

 

Hallo, mein Name ist Luna und ich bin jetzt ca. 9 Monate alt. Ich bin von der Polizei im Tierheim in Malaga abgegeben worden. Irgendwie wollte man mich wohl nicht haben. Aber dann hat mich ein "Dosenöffner"  im Internet auf einem Photo gesehen und wollte mich haben...Nun ja und plötzlich standen diese Menschen vor mir und ich durfte endlich raus aus diesem Käfig. Wir sind erstmal eine Runde spazieren gegangen und ich sag Euch, was da draußen alles kreucht und fleucht und wie viele tausende Gerüche es da gibt - unglaublich.
Dann musste ich ins Auto und wir sind eine gaaaaaaanze lange Zeit gefahren. Ich war ganz schön aufgeregt und wenn wir mal nicht zum Pipi machen angehalten haben, habe ich ganz schön viel geschlafen.
(Frauchen hat mir mal erzählt, das sie insgesamt über 1000 km für mich gefahren sind. Ist das wohl weit?) Dann haben wir angehalten und ich stand auf einmal in einem großen Garten
und da war ein großes Haus.Zuerst haben mich die Menschen erstmal alles erkunden lassen und ich sage Euch, da gab es ganz schön viel zu entdecken. Dann habe ich erstmal etwas gefressen, ich hatte großen Hunger nach der langen Fahrt. Ich habe mich dort irgendwie direkt zu Hause gefühlt, es lag eine schöne kuschelige Decke auf dem Boden und ein paar Spielsachen - ich sage Euch, es ist das Paradies auf Erden..Nach ein paar Tagen hatte ich mich dort richtig eingelebt und erstmal das Ruder in die Hand genommen.
Herrchen und Frauchen sind zwar nicht so begeistert wenn ich mache was ich will, aber ich tue Ihnen mittlerweile auchvschon den Gefallen und gehe brav bei Fuß ( ok, manchmal ziehe ich noch etwas, aber es riecht halt überall so gut )mache brav Sitz und manchmal auch schon Platz. ( Ich habe festgestellt, das ich ein Leckerchen bekomme, wenn Herrchen oder Frauchen etwas sagt und ich das dann befolge - ist ne tolle Sache...) Hach, ich muss aber schon noch an all meine Freunde im Tierheim denken, ich frage mich wie es Euch geht und ich kann Euch nur wünschen, das Ihr auch bald so liebe und nette Dosenöffner findet wie ich.
April 1, 2007