WRITING COMPETITION

HOW TO HELP OUR RESCUE DOGS AND RAISING SOME MUCH NEEDED CASH FOR THEM

On Monday 23rd March, we launched our annual writing competition

to raise some funds for dog rescue. We raised just over £300 and this has been passed to the charities.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here are the winners:

Mark and Jenn with their ode to Chance, a Romanian hound

Claire with her story about her foster dog "Tilly's, Game of thrones"

Eryn and her wonderful story about her boy, Bruce

Emily and a thoughtful poem about Elsa

Stuart has been drawing these dogs so watch out for them on the website soon.

Here is Eryns story about her dog, Bruce:

Where did she go? I wonder

 

My name is Bruce. I live with my mum, my human sister, the really small animal which sleeps all day, and my sister (the other dog)… There's a few others but I can’t remember them all. Its great. We have so much food. Lolly eats just as much as me but mummy says she needs to cut back. I don’t see why… I have so much muscle I need that much food. When she gets muscles like me, surely she’ll need it too. Then again, she is more round then I’ve ever been.

 

There is this beautiful walk, a wood. You have to go in the car to get there, but its beautiful. Its so old, it has so many smells… and animals. Families of deer, squirrels, all different birds. We walk for a while before going down a hill. The humans always struggle getting down, its hilarious. Sometimes I mock them by climbing up and getting down again by the time they’ve barely made it half away. Once we all get down we go into the cooling water. Sometimes it ripples over the pebbles, sometimes is flows past my highest point of my paw. It carries all the smells in the water. From the furthest part of the field to the corner of the wood.

 

There is a waterfall, right at the end. It is shorter than a tree but taller than my human sister. She’s really tall. We often go there, I just like to stand and watch. Appreciate the wind that carries the trees scent, whistling in my ears. The beautiful shine of the sun in the fresh water. It’s amazing. My humans appreciate the view. They always pull out this box thing though, I presume its to check for danger. They are incredibly unprotected, that's why I tell them when I see someone. So they are safe. I don’t think my sister dog quite gets it. Not just the protecting thing, she just yaps randomly, but the appreciation of the view. She just runs and jumps around, usually on me or at my humans for food.

 

The waterfall is surrounded by deep water. It gets murky as you get closer, my human and father, oh! That’s who he is. I remember him now. My human sister is getting close. She’s enjoying it, I think. Laughing and smiling. If I could I’d tell her to step back. She’s getting really close. Is she…? Oh no! Where is she?! I swear she didn’t go anywhere. She just disappeared into the water. I call for her and puff out my chest. My muscles tense, ready to go in after her. I bark and shout for her.

 

Her head pops out from behind the water. Thank goodness but how odd. Her hair is wet, I wonder where she went.

 

 

Eryn Legg    Aged 14

Tilly’s Game of Thrones by her Foster Mum, Claire.

 

 

There are many tales of rescue which don’t have a happy ending but this one you can read safe in the knowledge a happy outcome does in the end prevail!

 

Fair maiden Tilly was an orphaned pup found on the dusty streets of Livadia, Greece – her parents likely poisoned by the municipalities monthly ‘clearing’ exercise which befalls so many strays.

 

Her initial rescue meant she was safe from poisoning or a road traffic accident but came with its own hardships for a frightened young girl; Penned in at a shelter with few visitors – Tilly missed out on those important early months of socialisation and discovery. Her fortunes improved when she reached 10 months old and she made the long journey to UK shores. This was to be her first foster home of many, which no-one realised at the time, for Tilly was to prove to be a shy and complicated girl.

 

Young Tilly was initially placed in the heart of a busy family home; she tried as best she could to navigate all the strange sights and sounds but she didn’t yet have the skills she needed to cope; Reluctantly, at 18 months she was moved to a quieter home in the hope she would better settle but a terrible fight with the resident dog ensued and Tilly found herself once again packing her bags. Her next home she was to find temporary solace with long rambling walks and more biddable doggy companions but Tilly was too eager for her mistresses’ attention and began to compete too aggressively for it. A brief but failed adoption ensued and it was becoming clear that Tilly needed more patience and support to unravel all the neurosis she had developed in her first 3 years.

 

More foster homes followed and patterns started to emerge indicating Tilly would be best placed as an only dog in a quiet home with someone who would be prepared to continue her training needs but finding that home after such a chequered past was proving to be the needle in the haystack separating Tilly from finding true happiness.

 

At the eleventh hour (a sanctuary waiting list the only unwelcome alternative), along came Sir Len!; his application hit the Give A Dog A Home doormat and raised the hopes of all those who had helped and fallen in love with Tilly along her quest for her forever home. Lessons learned - a series of careful introductions, first outside the home and then within, were made and it was clear Tilly had found her perfect match; someone with unconditional love and patience and most importantly for whom she would be their one and only.

 

Rescue is not always straightforward for those homing, adopting or for the dog involved but Give A Dog A Home are committed to finding true happiness for every dog no matter how long it takes.

 

Tilly and Len are living happily ever after in East Sussex. The End!

 

Mark and Jenn wrote about their boy, Chance 

TITANIUM REMIX - FOR CHANCE, OUR ROMANIAN LEGEND

 

I'm howling out

But you can't hear a word I say

I'm staring now not saying much

I'm so in fright

But all you people turn away

Dont put me down, but give me love

 

I'm so confused nothing to choose 

Far away, far away

In a cage, or lonely stray,

Far away, far away

Dont put me down, it's not my fault, I am ROMANIAN

Dont put me down, it's not my fault,

I am ROMANIAN, I am ROMANIAN, I am ROMANIAN, I am ROMANIAN

 

Cut me lose

Be true and take me from these walls

Slow down, I'll give my love

Hear my voice, sticks and bones may mend my soul  

I'm needing time, I'm needing love.

 

I'm so confused nothing to choose 

Far away, far away

In a cage, or lonely stray,

Far away, far away

Dont put me down, it's not my fault, I am ROMANIAN

Dont put me down, it's not my fault,

I am ROMANIAN, I am ROMANIAN, I am ROMANIAN, I am ROMANIAN

 

So hard, wanting love 

Right by your side I'll run

Shown love and free at last.

 

You saved me now, so I can howl.

I am ROMANIAN

You saved me now, so I can howl.

I am ROMANIAN

You saved me now, so I can howl.

I am ROMANIAN

I am ROMANIAN

Emily wrote about her dog Elsa,

Elsa 

A little dog called Elsa,  came travelling to me.

She took a bus a long, long way,  it went under the sea

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She'd never left Romania,  the place where she’d grown up.

Her life had been a tough one,  ever since she'd been a pup.

Her home had been the harsh streets,  any shelter she could find.

So she really wasn't bothered,  about leaving it behind. 

She'd always been so hungry,  And very, very cold.

She always hoped she'd find a home,  before she got too old.

A horrid man then caught her,  and threw her in a pound. 

She knew that she was very scared,  but shouldn't make a sound.

 

At night she dreamed of cuddles,  someone to hold her tight. 

Her cell was dark and frightening,  she wished with all her might. 

One day her cage door opened,  she held her breath in fear.

An angel walked towards her, "let's get you out of here."

The angel took her gently,  and led her far away. "

You're safe now little darling," she heard the angel say.

Her new home was much better,  with food, a place to rest. 

The people there were kind to her,  they really were the best. 

 But she noticed after two long years,  her friends did not stay long.

She heard they'd found new families,  so why not her, what's wrong? 

One day her angel hugged her close,  and whispered in her ear.

"My darling little Elsa,  you've no reason now to fear.

We've found a home that's just for you,  a place for you to go.

I'll always love you so, so much,  I hope you'll always know.

But now it's time to leave this place,  and journey far away.

This bus will take you to your home,  the place where you will stay."

So Elsa got aboard the bus,  she pulled her seatbelt tight. 

And set off to her brand new life,  and wished with all her might.