Wet Saturday morning.

 As you all know we have endured what seemed like a never ending thunder storm over the last 12 hours without a break, that is without yesterdays.

Daisy dog has always been truly distressed by thunder, and gunshots, fireworks to name a few.  Anyone who has a pet who is this anxious will understand how worrying this is.

With our dog, the reason behind this is she was discovered in a woodland area by two tourists.  She was tied to a tree, no houses around, no tag on collar, or chip.  

No one knew how long she had been there, but you can imagine hunters, thunderstorms and anything else.  She was/is still scared of garden canes, fly swats, loud noise, to name but a few.  And she turns into a monster with her food thinking the cats are going to eat it.  

We now give Daisy a ‘safe place’ to eat and slowly she is improving.

The tourists untied her and took her back to their holiday home where they could feed and water her and clean her up.

They heard about Polis Pound and took her down and spoke to a volunteer.  They were happy to foster her for the duration of their holiday but could not take her home to America with them.

They kept their word and Daisy was dropped off at the Pound when their holiday came to an end.

It was tough for her and was kept in her own cage to keep her apart from the other dogs and give her a chance to eat to get her back up to a reasonable weight.

We were sort of involved with the Pound to help with feeding the dogs.  We are told about her and somehow found ourselves at the Pound one day when Daisy had just got back from walkies on her lead.

Sitting upright, wagging her tail and smiling.

No, no, no.  This is absolutely NOT going to happen!!  Yeah, in your dreams.

We had  to let Mr D’s dog go to sleep when we were in England as she was beyond help.  The experience was undeniably overwhelming, and still felt today.

I had always said we would never have another dog because if the heartbreak.

After our visit to the Pound we went for coffee.  I just happened to say ‘which was your favourite?’.  Mr D immediately with ‘the white one’, aka Daisy.

I don’t really remember how we came to take her home for weekend.  Well, the rest has been a long road for Daisy.  She was told she about two to three years old, we worked out she was much younger.

She came home with us and, of course we were hooked.

I think we may have been hoodwinked and ambushed.  Thank god.

On the Sunday we told the Pound we would keep her.  All this was five and a half years ago.

We had to take her to the vet for vaccinations and also register her with the Government Vets office.  That was all taken care of on the Monday.

On the Tuesday we got a very distressing phone call from the pound saying had we got the vaccine.  Of course.  The volunteer said she had been to the Pound and all the dogs had died of parvo virus.  They had taken in a dog at the weekend who was positive and the virus had spread to all the other dogs.

We were told that as a precaution to protect Daisy Mr D should not carry on helping with the feeding the dogs.

It has been a slow process since then, but all of us have made big strides, even our two cats now tolerate her.

We heard about some doggy calming capsules.  We got some and they worked to some extent.  We tried another which she just wouldn’t even think of entertaining.  Eventually our Vet suggested a collar which is  impregnated with something which goes into her system and helps to relax her.

After two weeks the effect has been remarkable,  even with the recent storms.  Still a bit of trembling but nowhere near to as it was.

Why, oh why do people just turn out perfectly well dogs!  As an English resident I will never understand the unjustified way animals are just thrown out.

And all of this stemmed from the storm.

You just never can tell with blogs.

Happy weekend everyone.  Here’s to brighter days.