Next came young Fletcher. I got a call just two weeks before I was due to move, asking if I could take a 6 month old springer pup who'd just been dumped two doors down from my brother's house. The story went that he'd been bought as an 8 week old pup for a family of 7 kids, and the mum couldn't cope; unsurprising, as he was completely untrained and his feet looked far too soft and pink for him to have been walked much, if at all. It took me 20 minutes to get there; he'd already been given to the first family who'd asked. I asked them to call me immediately if he came back.
Three days later he did; he'd been left in a room with a young child who had kicked him, and he'd apparently bitten the child. My brother took him in straight away and I headed over with the dogs. On the first meeting with Remy, with everything calm and no pressure, he panicked and bolted, forcing his way through a wrought iron gate and into the dark countryside. We spent about 90 minutes searching for him, until I spotted him running into someone's large front yard. They were dog lovers and very helpful, shutting the front gate so he couldn't get out again and coaxing him close until we could get him in my car. He was very nervous of people, although fine with dogs.
I didn't have him long - sadly Remy's issues with males were in full flow then and from the get-go he did not like Fletcher; I knew if I kept him, we would end up living in a split household and neither of them would have been happy with it. So after 6 weeks with me, during which time he overcame his fear of people and blossomed into a happy, crazy little dog, he went off to a breed rescue and was rehomed within 24 hours to a lovely man and his little girl. I still miss him and I hope he's well, wherever he is.
Three days later he did; he'd been left in a room with a young child who had kicked him, and he'd apparently bitten the child. My brother took him in straight away and I headed over with the dogs. On the first meeting with Remy, with everything calm and no pressure, he panicked and bolted, forcing his way through a wrought iron gate and into the dark countryside. We spent about 90 minutes searching for him, until I spotted him running into someone's large front yard. They were dog lovers and very helpful, shutting the front gate so he couldn't get out again and coaxing him close until we could get him in my car. He was very nervous of people, although fine with dogs.
I didn't have him long - sadly Remy's issues with males were in full flow then and from the get-go he did not like Fletcher; I knew if I kept him, we would end up living in a split household and neither of them would have been happy with it. So after 6 weeks with me, during which time he overcame his fear of people and blossomed into a happy, crazy little dog, he went off to a breed rescue and was rehomed within 24 hours to a lovely man and his little girl. I still miss him and I hope he's well, wherever he is.