Thank you everyone who helped make this happen!!!!!!

We originally posted about this precious boy here: Just Another Dog With No Name

That was only a few days ago.  Julie Little then organised the most amazing fundraiser around a competition to guess this fur baby's new name, which is... CORKY!  This quickly raised the funds required to secure his freedom, and we are absolutely indebted to Joanne Masterton-Brown for donating the stunning prize of a 2 night stay at a luxury barn conversion!

This is after our fundraiser finished: CORKY was collected from the public shelter and taken to a private shelter.

As with all dogs coming to the UK, CORKY has had all the necessary tests required by Defra.  He has a few issues but these will all be treated by the veterinary practice.

Thank you to everyone who is helping this precious boy, here and in Romania...

Remember old boy DONALD who came from Bragadiru dungeons?  Locked away in blackness and left to endure a totally soul-destroying life for EIGHT years.

He arrived five weeks ago and there were tears.  Tears from DONALD as well as all of us who watched him - sad and forlorn.

Now he takes treats from us, and when he is in the garden through the day doing what he wants he is my shadow - up and down - and wagging his tail...

Such time-wasters - our six little ferrets:

LACEY, SPUD, HEATHER, GILL, TYLER & BORIS.

They never stop, and they love their new accommodation - the huge hutch and outdoor run all paid for by you in one of the fundraisers.

Every day I am asked if I can take a dog.  I'm shown the picture/video and my heart breaks.  Three times yesterday I was asked the same question and nearly always the same answer: "I am so sorry, I have no room and a long waiting list", and it absolutely breaks me knowing their future is a long, slow death after an absolutely miserable existence.

I have many rescue friends and we chat and share our sadness, and Gill said to me she must stop looking at Facebook.  But how can she?  She is a rescuer and brings dog from hell to homes.  "Look at this poor old boy", she said to me.  "He is old, blind and has been living on a chain, tied up all his life like so many Romanian dogs.  Now dumped in the absolute shithole of Alba lulia".  And I saw the picture and I want to bring him to Penny Jones with Gill's help...

So, JUST ANOTHER DOG WITH NO NAME, no owner, no love or comforts.  I will post about him weekly so folks can see what happens in the background.  I don't know if he is fit and well, or suffering from anything serious.  Has he ever seen a vet in his life?  Is he aggressive?  Would he try to take a hand off anyone that wants to help him?

So many suffer this way...

Remember this beautiful boy?  TUCKER who stole all our hearts.  He was seen and rescued by JUST A GIRL THAT RESCUES DOGS.

We're so happy to share a recent Facebook update from Just A Girl That Rescues Dogs, telling everyone about the positive turnaround in young Tucker's life.

The before and after of Tucker 💙

But look at him 5 months and over 1,000 miles later in his foster home thanks to the help of Penny Jones Animal Hospice 🏡

Originally introduced by the UK government back in 1990, the Gift Aid scheme has been progressively revised and enhanced over the years, to the point where today it can be of major benefit to a small charity like Penny Jones Animal Hospice.

Donations keep our mission alive and our doors open to the many needy animals who urgently need help.  Your kindness fuels our efforts, and every gift helps us care for those animals who need it most.  Your support ensures that vet bills are paid, pigs have fresh straw and dogs have warm blankets to bed down in, food bowls are continually topped up, and medication is readily available for those that require it.

But did you know that there is a way that your generous donations can be almost magically 'boosted' by a factor of 25%, and that there is no catch...  no extra cost to yourself?

Where a donor has made a Gift Aid declaration in favour of Penny Jones, the charity can claim Gift Aid on their offerings, so that:

The extra revenue which this generates is of incredible importance these days when costs are so high in every direction.  Submitting a Gift Aid declaration allows us to claim this 25% top-up which would otherwise simply be 'lost' to the charity.  And with no drawbacks for the donor the process can really be considered a 'no-brainer', as they say.

But there's more...  charities are permitted to claim Gift Aid on past donations too!  Anything up to four years previous.  So if you've made donations during that period it's not too late for Penny Jones to claim the 'lost' income  -  provided, of course, that you make a Gift Aid declaration...  for which the animals would be SO grateful!

The process is quick and easy, and costs nothing.  We've recently integrated a fully online Gift Aid declaration system with our new website, although forms can also be downloaded and printed if you'd prefer.  Your declaration need only be made once, and you can cancel it anytime simply by notifying us.

As always, your support is massively appreciated, most of all by the PJ residents!

🖤🐾 3 Wainwrights, 1292924 gravy bones & a dog pub residency 🤣

Out of all the dogs in the world, we found you.  You've filled our home with so much love, laughter & happiness.  You are the best brother to Theodore, and I wouldn't want to be joined at the hip with anyone else.

We needed you just as much as you needed us  -  I hope you know how loved you are. 🖤 xxx

"I have here with me a dog that suffered enormously and was the mockery of people...

He was one of the hardest rescues.  He was saved more dead than alive.

People say that in the middle of December he was thrown onto the street from a car in which there was a woman with a child.

He tried to survive as he could... the people he idolised hurt him and mocked him... they tied a raffia string around his neck... the string cut the flesh to the bone and became infected, also affecting his vocal cords... the pain was probably unbearable.

Paula fed him in the street... it was impossible to catch him... he was running away terrified...  until hunger won...

The day he allowed himself to be rescued from the field he was in a terrible state... almost septicaemia and death... his pale gums suggested he was sick with a deadly disease called babesiosis.

When we arrived with him at the clinic, he smelled so bad, terrible, that the people who were waiting almost felt sick.  The wound was infected and bleeding and there were dozens of ticks sucking the life out of him.

He was sedated, the raffia string cut, the wound cleaned and disinfected.  The scar on his neck will stay there forever.

Saving him was a challenge, his healing a miracle, and the road was long and arduous.  I don't want to, and I can't even begin to understand the pain and suffering he went through.  I can't understand how he still loves us unconditionally and has forgiven us

because we (who did something like that to him) didn't deserve it!

He does not stop for a second to show his gratitude, and to lick our hands... his love is suffocating.

We called him Carlos.

Carlos found the most wonderful home with FIONA and her Mum.  And today they were at Silloth Fun Day, and look!

He won 2nd and 4th - rescue dog prizes!

In July I was asked, "Could I help this old boy called DONALD?"  -  He went into this cage 8 years ago and was never ever let out.  No fresh air, no grass under his feet - just the stench of hundreds of dogs not cleaned out properly/daily.

After I said "yes" I then found out the paperwork from Bragadiru showed his name as Boby.  Apparently he was 'about' 3 years old when he was taken in, dumped and left in the darkness by his owner - the only person he thought would have loved him.  What did any dog ever do to deserve this?

No-one wants to help an old forgotten dog that has spent its life just existing, as these dogs are never promoted.

Without intervention dogs like Donald just waste away and eventually die in the darkness, with their only experience of life being confusing, pointless, cold and cruel...  never knowing the warmth of a loving touch, the sound of a friendly voice, the companionship of caring humans or other animals.  Without intervention their lives are tragic and wasted.

At Penny Jones we are determined to help as many animals like Donald as we possibly can.  We are determined to offer them the love and care they so badly long for, and restore meaning and purpose to their lives, of which they have been so cruelly deprived.

Donald arrived at Penny Jones Animal Hospice a couple of days ago.  He has the saddest eyes and so much sorrow on his old face...  heart-breaking.  They say the eyes are the windows to the soul and his soul gave up long ago.  I've sat with him and talked with him and there is nothing there, and last night tears rolled from his eyes.  I had to leave him as I didn`t want him to know I was crying too.  I left him with a bowl of wet food and today is another day.

Please help us to help Donald and other lost animal souls just like him.  Your kind and generous donations are the lifeblood of the charity and we couldn't sustain our operations without them.  Every single donation is sincerely appreciated, every penny cherished, and the positive impact they make on each and every one of our rescued animals is life-changing.

Did you see the little boy on Friday?  TUCKER?  That was when he was first rescued and now he is with us and after all he has suffered he is the happiest little boy and loves everyone.

These photos were taken the minute he arrived from a three day journey across Europe.  What a little star!

Video courtesy of Just A Girl That Rescues Dogs:

In April I was asked if I could help a dog - had I a space?  This was through a girl whom I'd previously met through rescue as she delivered a dog to me a long while back.  Genuine rescuers meet up every so often along the course of helping dogs.

This girl is JUST A GIRL THAT RESCUES DOGS and she was wanting to help this young boy.

I said YES and scrolled Google looking for a name for a boy dog I hadn't given to a dog previously.  TUCKER is his name!  I've followed his amazing progress through my friend and eventually he passed all his tests and was able to travel.

Today he arrived at PJAH - a transformed boy and his tail has never stopped.  Pictures after the weekend when he has settled from his long journey and then hopefully a final journey to his own special home...

The biggest thanks to 'Just a Girl That Rescues Dogs' who also raised all the money to bring him to us...

This is a great opportunity to come and meet many of the animals which the hospice has rescued and is now caring for.

There will be a fantastic table top sale in Hethersgill village hall, where refreshments will also be provided.

Admission is from 12pm till 3pm and entry to both the sanctuary and village hall is by donation.

Win prizes on the Big Raffle and Tombola!

If you would like to book a table to sell crafts, cakes, jams, etc. please contact Linda on 07932 993650  -  the cost is £8 per table.

If anyone needs transportation there is a mini bus leaving the PJAH charity shop in Carlisle at 11.30am and returning at the end of the event.  Seats are limited as the bus holds a maximum of 12 passengers, so will be allocated on a first come, first served basis.

If past Open Days are anything to go by this will be a lovely opportunity to enjoy a few hours amongst fellow animal lovers in a friendly and convivial atmosphere.  Please do make a note in your diary and come along to help support those animals most at risk, which so badly need care and nurturing.  Your input has such a positive impact on their lives  -  we hope to see you there!

There have been 15 dogs in this life – all but one, an ageing UK or Romanian rescue. They have much in common but also some important differences – mostly regarding environmental factors on the streets of Eastern Europe, where hunger, fear, cruelty and suffering happen every day of their short lives.

Too many pets (rescued or not) may have to hold their bodily functions back for long periods which cannot be good for them.  If they get a regular walk, it will be short and in a park or place devoid of grazing, browsing and self medicating potential.  The grass will be sprayed with all sorts of chemical rubbish and they won’t find herbs and wild plants in such locations.  A small garden left to grow a little will do them more good than a dose of herbicide or pesticide.

The dogs will let us know how they feel about the car, rides, visiting people, other dogs and animals.  Their behaviour will have been dictated by the hard times they’ve had, and we can deduce a lot from their reactions.  And then we can make sure that happy things keep happening and sad ones rarely darken our door.

Even so, they may be afraid of certain people (e.g. men in hats) or objects, such as vacuum cleaners or broomsticks.  Sashi had a ruckus with a pheasant once and has never forgiven the species - even the popping of Rice Crispies 'rattles his cage'!

As well as a secure and safe, forever home, they will enjoy freedom from noise and stress as much as is possible.  They will already have a lot to take in and learn from.  Some will require house–training but this is rare, and Golden Oldies learn fast.  You certainly can teach an old dog new tricks!  With love, affection and compassion, miracles can happen.  And the rewards will be profound and enduring.

Of course, British rescue dogs will share many, or at least some, of these considerations.  They too may have been neglected, abused or worse.  Sashi spent his first six months with us preferring to live out in the barns and bushes, until one day deciding to join the pack.  When they are ready, they will relax and be a happy teddy bear, enjoying the puppyhood they never knew before.

But something special can happen with these poor old and unwanted pups in a really short time.  Sunny was riddled with cancer when he came but never showed discomfort – only joy and fun in the sun.  He was always in a hurry, rarely let anyone stroke him, and yet more friends visited Sunny than me.

The value of the PJAH support network and social media are priceless.  We can obtain and share information, ideas, tips, sympathy and empathetic joy with people who know what we are talking about.

Above all, when they leave us, our PJAH friends remember our pups and their stories and help us by talking about them.  Our refugee rescues have friends on line and in real life, which can be a real comfort to us.

Start with bed, bowls, cuddly toy, food, sleep, peace and quiet, and a space of their own where they can relax and not have to move.  After that, they can almost pass as "ordinary" dogs but will always retain a certain reservation or shyness that makes them a bit different, and a bit special.

Hi there, I am Harry's new Mum and the hardest thing will be keeping Harry's story to 400 words (failed miserably), my brave boy has been through so much!  Anyway, here goes, my attempt to do him justice.

We will never know the full extent of the horrors that Harry faced but I have pieced the bits together that I know of his life in Turkey.  Harry was found by the side of the road, approximately 5½ years ago, in a dreadful state and brought to a local rescue shelter.  He had been poisoned and was not expected to survive.  Harry also had an obvious problem with his mouth that looked deformed.

Life in the Turkish shelter was hard.  Over 450 dogs cared for with little help and little funding.  Harry was kept on a metal chain "for his own safety" by his rough wooden kennel.  Harry was intermittently unwell although details are very patchy.

Days, weeks, years were long and nights longer...  But staff and volunteers at the shelter loved him as he was a big gentle boy who loved people.  They thought no one would want this odd looking drooly boy and expected him to spend the rest of his life there.

Around one year ago Harry was sponsored and was taken to the vets for some dental treatment.  It was then that it was discovered that Harry's odd looking face was the result of fractures to his jaw!  Harry was posted on the Turkish shelter's website for dogs needing rehoming.  This is when I first saw him and he looked a poorly sad boy.  I didn’t know it then but he had started to steal my heart.  And, by a stroke of luck, the wonderful Elizabeth at PJAH spotted Harry and offered him a place at the hospice.  The Turkish rehoming site put out an appeal for someone to do a home check for Harry and I volunteered.  I had never heard of the Penny Jones Animal Hospice but discovered I lived only about 10 miles away and went to meet Elizabeth.  I was bowled over by the care, dedication and work that Elizabeth did at PJAH.

After a very long wait of several months and then a long five day journey over Europe, Harry arrived at the beginning of October 2019.  He had been well cared for on the journey, but it had taken a lot out of him.  Harry was obviously unwell and collapsed when Elizabeth took him to stretch his legs.  By a huge will of strength Elizabeth managed to pick Harry up and carry him back to his bed.  If you ever meet Harry, you will understand that this is no mean feat!  The emergency vet was called and Harry was given antibiotics for a severe chest infection.

Harry had only been at PJAH for a couple of days when I went to meet him.  The result was almost inevitable and it was love at first sight.  As Harry was so poorly, we agreed he would be better in a home environment than at the PJAH and I willingly fostered him with a view to adopting him in the future.  For a dog that was 7-9yrs old(?) and had never been in house before, Harry immediately made himself at home and, after a quick wander round, he headed straight for the sofa!  Welcome Home Harry!

That night Harry didn’t appear to be able to sleep.  Every time he tried to close his eyes and sleep he lifted his head up and panted.  We (Hubby & I) took it in turns and sat up all night to reassure him and to monitor him.  The next night was the same and his breathing and secretions were worse.  At midnight we brought Harry to see the emergency vet.  The vet was wonderful, and we were at the surgery for over an hour.  He had developed pneumonia and was very poorly.  The vet thoroughly examined Harry and discovered he had holes in the roof of his mouth – oral nasal fistulas.  The vet thought these were the reason Harry could not sleep and when he relaxed he stopped using his usual compensation measures and a negative pressure would form, meaning he could not breathe.  Harry had an adorable nose twitch, but I was horrified to discover this was due to a fracture across his snout.  His bottom jaw was also wobbly and obviously fractured.

My heart nearly broke.  I could not stop crying for this dog who had had untreated fractures for over 5 years, and holes in the roof of his mouth that meant that he could not eat safely without risking pneumonia, a painful chronic sinus infection, and could not breathe when asleep.  How many years had Harry been without sleep?!

Several vet trips and sleepless nights later and Harry had his first surgery and X-rays two weeks later.  The full extent of Harry's problems were now apparent - Harry had multiple oral fistulas consistent with his lower teeth being driven up into his top jaw.  The largest fistula was at the back and was a massive 5cm x 2cm.  X-rays confirmed multiple upper and lower jaw fractures in a pattern not consistent with a road traffic accident.  I can only begin to imagine what abuse Harry endured - someone had clearly wanted him dead.  Why?  We will never know but Harry is a survivor.  During this first surgery the smaller oral fistulas were closed using tissue from his gums.  A second surgery a few weeks later to attempt to repair the larger 5cm x 2cm fistula was more difficult and complex.  Unfortunately this failed and the tissue graft did not take.

Meanwhile, Harry was a star.  Despite the pain and discomfort, he remained his gentle stoic self.  He was enjoying gentle walks and was slowly building up his muscles and stamina.  He was learning to live a different life and bonding with us and our other two dogs.  His personality seemed to be developing by the day.  A stubborn streak was becoming obvious that makes me smile and admire him all the more.

Picture this – Harry wearing his coat out for a stroll.  We go through the gate across a field, but Harry continues to walk in his predetermined line so walks under the barbed wire fence instead.  His coat gets hooked on the wire.  I rush to free him, but Harry keeps walking!  I frantically try unhooking his coat, but Harry just keeps going.  Rip…!!  Harry does not even look round and keeps on going at the same steady slow but determined pace.  This is how Harry has survived and I think it is a brilliant strategy.  Whatever life throws at you – Be Like Harry and Carry On Regardless!

A third surgery before Christmas, to again attempt the repair of the large fistula, was made using a mesh graft to plug the hole.  This was a very long complex procedure and Harry really struggled afterwards.  About a month after this the mesh started to fail, was infected and was coming away.  Harry was in obvious discomfort and antibiotics were not helping.  But this boy was still wagging his tail and he was not ready to give up!  Very hard decisions had to be made and we were given some difficult choices by the vets.  After many tears and long discussions with Elizabeth, I was even more determined not to give up on Harry.  He was not ready to give up and we could not let him down!

A fourth surgery was performed to remove as much as possible of the infected mesh graft.  Some was too deep and remains.  Harry is now left with an open fistula albeit smaller than he started with.  The effect was immediate – the next day he was brighter and appeared in less pain.

Harry now has a nebuliser to help manage his secretions and chronic sinus infection.  After a lot of experimentation, we have found the best feeding technique and food for him.  He is hand fed and it is an art, but it seems to be working.

He loves his food, has put on weight, and the problem now is telling him "No more".  He is sleeping for longer periods and although his breathing at night is still noisy, he doesn’t struggle as much.  His drooling is less, and anyway what is a bit of drool between friends!

Harry is a happy loveable bear of a dog and he is now learning to play and to be a dog!  He has brought us so much and is teaching us such a lot.  I am a better person for having Harry in my life and I am so looking forward to sharing the summer with him.

When times get tough - Be Like Harry and Carry On Regardless!

My name is Sara and I came from Romania in 2019.  I was ready for a forever home but when Debbie was getting me ready she noticed a large lump on my belly.  It hadn't been noticed before because my hair was so long, but I did suit it!  I had to have an operation to remove the lump.  Everything went well and when I got to my new home a lovely garden awaited me.  Unfortunately Sunny, the other rescue dog, would not share the garden with me so I had to go back to kennels.  But not to worry because Linda took an instant liking to me and said I could stay with them; and no other dogs there either - Wow that's a bonus!

So I came to stay with Linda and Jim on 23/3/2019.  It's brill, I'm so spoilt!  I have my own private garden and I don't like to go for walks, or the noise of cars.  Mum took me to get my hair trimmed a wee while after I arrived and I looked really nice but I was a bit traumatised after it so the hairdresser comes to the house now.  I only go to the vets if it's really necessary because I am not liking the car much (I'm a bit of a madam really, but they love me).

Unfortunately I had to go to the vet on Friday: I've got another two little lumps and a big lump so I've to have an operation on 26/2/2020.  Vet says I've got breast cancer.  Mam and Dad suspect I've not had such a good life in Romania and they think I deserve another chance so they are going to pay for the op.  We'll know soon the outcome of the operation!

...... Well I've now had the op... all went well... the large lump and one of the small ones have been sent for analysis - boy am I going to get spoiled tonight!

...... The results are back and it's not good.  I have the most aggressive form of mammary cancer, and although the vet thinks he got it all out, the cells might have spread.  There's only about 27% of us dogs that survive this one after a year, but am going to fight as hard as I can.  I am not giving up my duvet & heated bedroom!

If there's one thing life has taught me it's that life keeps going even when you wish the ground would open up and take you - and that is because even at your lowest point there's always a little heart and sad eyes that need you.

I watched Dolly and Sugar from a distance and went to see Smokie when I believed they had found their places already - boy am I glad I did because this boy is such a good lad and we are a blessed family to have him here - our Teddy Boo!

Lots of people watched out for him and helped him come to us and knowing he's loved by many and laying at our fire safe and well is a miracle beyond words.

I must go and search for my family.  Where have they gone?  I’m so hungry and my legs so painful on these hard Macedonian streets.

Oh hello - nice humans with food – Yes I’ll come with you.  Am I staying in this place with food and a bed and lots of company?  Ok cool.  I’ll have a rest and now my belly is full I feel much better.

How many sleeps have I had in this place?  I am not sure but it is getting boring now.

Hey you!  Black hairy dog.  Do you want to be a free spirit again?  Blondy - you want to as well!  Yes - bring your best friends and follow me.  Listen – we get through the fence here and then run run run.  Come on don’t loiter.  Oh – friendly humans with food again.  What do you mean – you want to go back in!  Oh ok I’m hungry again too.

Now I am on a long journey inside a smelly hard box.  I will put up with it for now.  On and on and on.  So tired!  Oh I am being lifted out and passed onto a human with long yellow hair only on her head.  How strange.  A nice new bed and food.  Cool.  Now it's dark I will get over this little gate and then climb over this fence and sleep safely under this metal box.  Who is that boy human shouting at me and the nice human with yellow hair is taking me to a different bed with a taller fence.  Oh well I will stay here then.

It’s a lovely sunny day and I am off to live with my new forever family and it is such fun – I am so happy.

Now we are visiting humans in white coats.  Life can be very strange.  Ouch that hurt.  Why did she stick something sharp in my leg?  Never mind – I feel all happy and relaxed and very sleepy.  I had a very long sleep in this place and now I can go home.  Hello family but I think you need to carry me now.  Mrs Human is a weakling.  Why can’t she carry me over her shoulder on our little walks like He-Man does?  It is very comfortable.  I love having servants.  I am so lucky to have servants for all my six operations and I am so happy that now I can run fast again – even though something seems to be missing.  Now I can play rough again and go on holidays and sleep on the humans' bed every night.  I am so happy and I love everybody.

Thank you supporters, from the bottom of my big heart, for saving my life and giving me a life.

It was early November 2015 and I had a phone call from a stranger asking if I would like a lot of collars, leads, bedding etc for my dogs as, if not, it was going to go to Romania although, as we were local, we had first chance.

I asked the question "Why Romania?"

And the answer changed my life "Because the dogs in the shelters need them"

I was curious as to why, and which shelters - and more questions opened up a world I didn`t know existed.  I was given references on the internet to look up about the shelters, and that day was the start of a way of rescue I couldn`t imagine.

I was introduced to two ladies in Romania who work tirelessly to help the stray dogs in shelters where time stood still.  The first little dog I came upon was called "a poor little maus" and she had suffered from a broken back 5 months previous and couldn`t walk on her back legs - she held them up in the air in front of her.  She was living in a crate in the shelter as other dogs (200 +) would kill her.  Her bed was an old cloth jacket.  She was terrified and tried to bite anyone who went close to her and she peed herself with fear.  This poor little maus was only 9 months old and would stay in that crate until someone could help her and adopt her, but clearly her chances were slim.

I never slept that night with this little dog in my mind and next morning I knew what I had to do.  I called the poor little maus "Mouse" and paid the due veterinary costs and the transport fee and in mid December 2015, my Mouse set off on an epic journey across Europe.  Meanwhile, I was ill with stress wondering what on earth I had done!  Could I help her?  Would she ever be tamed?  Would she even survive?

Half way through the epic journey from Romania to the UK, the German officials arrested the transport team and held them for a few days as, at that time, they didn't like disabled pets.  I was terrified that little Mouse would never arrive.

But, eventually, my Mouse did arrive.  She was petrified and was sitting on her bum with her back legs stretched out in front of her.  She managed to run to escape from me, using the strength in her front legs to balance and propel herself forwards, with her back legs suspended in the air under and in front of her.

I kept her in the cat chalet which was small and warm enough for a young smaller dog.  I could barely touch her as she tried to bite me, and she weed and pood with fear - but, on the second day, I caught her.  Even though it broke my heart to catch and hold her as she struggled and tried to bite me, I instinctively knew I had to do it.  I carried her outside to the garden and sat on a chair, talking gently all the time, using a language and words that she had no idea of what they meant.  Then the most wonderful thing happened.  Mouse was held tight on my knee when Bill, one of my resident cats, jumped up and sat on us both.  He purred and purred and I stroked him the best I could.  Mouse changed in that instant and from that day she blossomed into my wonderful happy, cheeky companion.

It took quite a few weeks of me supporting her body with an old cardigan and helping her to use her legs again but she made it.  I always say other animals help traumatised animals more than we ever can.

So from first reading about Mouse and adopting her, a whole new world was opened to me and, since then, over 200 dogs have followed so far (March 2020).