The first dog I ever adopted was called Albert.
- 1 The first dog I ever adopted was called Albert.
- 2 This is also something well worth inspecting yourself when you too decide to adopt a dog.
- 3 It is so important to remember that all of the work these great charity run rescue centres, shelters and animal sanctuaries do is nearly always funded by kind donations.
- 4 The first of about a million or so hugs that he received from us for the next 9 years!
He was a Greyhound.
We had him in our lives for almost 9 years and we loved him very much.
After deciding that a Greyhound was the dog for us, we had contacted the Greyhound Rescue local representatives from their small classified advert in our local weekly paper.
They had been out to our home and inspected it to see if it was suitable and thankfully it was.
Greyhounds are prone to running off…who knew? So it was important that our home was safe and the back yard was secure.
This is also something well worth inspecting yourself when you too decide to adopt a dog.
A few days after our initial inspection we were contacted and told we were accepted and that they indeed had a dog for us.
The only issue is that the dog in question was around 175 miles away from my home!
I informed them that it wasn’t really an issue as I wanted a dog from them and I was more than prepared to travel.
I think this is important and I am sure it is what they wanted to hear, but more so it has been the right thing to do morally too
I remember getting up that morning and saying to my wife that I need to be in Wales for about 2 pm in order to pick him up.
I drove to South Wales that morning as the beginning of my 350-mile round trip finding the Greyhound rescue centre which is pretty much in the middle of nowhere and turning up at the agreed time.
I did do well on this as at the time back in 1999, I was only using old road maps and had yet to have Sat Nav in my vehicle, which at the time was an old BMW318!
I was met by two delightful ladies who worked at the centre who then said would I like to meet Albert who was the dog that had been selected for me.
They didn’t know an awful lot about the background of Albert as the poor chap had been found walking the streets of South Wales and in need of real care and had been picked up by the dog wardens who took him into a local dog pound and had almost decided that as he was in such a poor state that it may have been for the best to have him put down.
As with most Greyhounds that are found these days, he had been a racer but when he had outserved his need, he had been thrown out like rubbish by whoever had owned him.
“We have found a Greyhound and he’s in a pretty bad way. We don’t think he’s going to last long unless someone from your organisation can get here to pick him up” The dog warden had rung the Greyhound Rescue Centre and informed them.
Greyhound Rescue West Of England actually picked Albert up the same day because they never want to see any dog that can have a chance of Life being put down. I am so glad they did.
They had rescued the boy and uncertain how long he had been a stray on the streets of South Wales but was in a pretty poor state with lots of sores on his tummy and very, very thin.
After doing all of the paperwork and paying £100 as a donation for all of the vaccinations and paperwork that the charity had done for every dog they take in, one of the two ladies went out to get Albert for me.
It is so important to remember that all of the work these great charity run rescue centres, shelters and animal sanctuaries do is nearly always funded by kind donations.
It’s also good to remember that any money you donate really does go back into the welfare of the animals, the running of the service and these are great people, so please support them and don’t adopt a dog for free…really think about giving a fair donation!
When they brought him into me, he was literally a bag of bones and fawn colour or a red as it’s referred to and he didn’t even have a lead it was just a piece of rope!
I had bought a new lead with me that was totally useless it turned out, but it was ok in that instance.
Albert wouldn’t even look at me. He was a shaking bag of bones that was quite rightly frightened and worried about what was going on, mixed with confusion and most probably thinking that yet another human was going to be mean to him.
When he did actually focus on me, I could see the fear and worry in his eyes. I knelt down in front of him and quietly said “It’s OK mate…things are going to become a lot better for you now”
We set off in the car that day to travel back to a new life together in Dorset and it must have been so confusing for him, but we made it home about an hour before my wife came home.
When she did come home, Albert was sat next to me on our couch, in the warm glow of our open fire and was quite relaxed.
My wife took one look at him and burst out crying! She felt so sorry for the way he looked, all thin and with his sores on his tummy but he hopped off the sofa and went straight over to her and got his first cuddle from her.
The first of about a million or so hugs that he received from us for the next 9 years!
It is said that it takes a dog around 48 hours to suss out their new environment and then around 2 weeks to find where they fit within the structure of the home.
I can confirm that Albert fitted in pretty quickly and save a few totally understandable mishaps, he blossomed and got well again.
This is why it is so vital to make you think about rescue centres or dog shelters being your first port of call when you are thinking about getting a dog as there are so many wonderful dogs already there that are in need of a home.