I got a letter that explains everything… and you’ll never guess who it’s from! Well, technically, she got a letter… but it is really for me. It’s from my Dad!
You know the story, yeah? My Mum and Dad were found on some wasteland in Ireland. They don’t know if Mum had left home because she wasn’t happy there, or if they had been thrown out… anyway, Mum was foraging to feed herself while we grew, my brothers and sisters and me, and Dad gallantly stayed with us to take care of his little family too. They were found together.
I only ever had one picture of them, but Mum is obviously an aristocrat, an English Setter, and Dad just looks like a charming Irish redhead with his wide smile and tail held high. Why anyone would want to abandon two beautiful creatures like Mum and Dad is beyond me. Maybe they ran away to be together…who knows? Like Lady and the Tramp.
There are lots of reasons dogs need a new home. Sometimes it can’t be helped and their people can’t look after them anymore, even though it breaks their hearts. Sometimes people can be cruel and not understand we don’t need much except a bit of loving and looking after. You just don’t know. But there are thousands of animals out there… not just dogs, who need new homes to go to. Anyway, they were found and eventually brought over here to be taken care of by Many Tears Animal Rescue.
That’s where my part of the story begins.
We were fostered by a lovely lady with a garden and a river and children to play with. I remember Mum, just a bit; pretty, delicate and silky, and all warm and cuddly. The lady had called me Cash and my picture said I was a boy. She came to see us with her boy, and I chose them. My brother wanted her too… he looked like my Dad, all red and foxy… but I’d made my mind up and chose her. I think she has a thing about black dogs…
Well, it seems he did! Seems he was wondering about us too as we passed our third birthday. And his human wrote to mine for him. The lady sent the letter to Many Tears and they sent it out to all his puppies. And it has his pictures and everything! And he is sooo handsome! I can even get in touch with him… and he’s on Facebook! So I’m putting some old pictures on here today, just in case he looks….
Apart from the colour (and don’t mention it to her please… you know what she’s like with hair dye..) I look a lot like my Dad. More shapely, like Mum, especially when she has forced me into the
torture chamber bath. It seems I take after him in other things too. ‘Pparently he likes hoofing all his toys out of the toybox too. And likes tennis balls. And chasing things. And he’s not just a retriever either. He’s a Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever!
No, she hadn’t heard of them either but she looked a bit worried when she looked them up. She rolled her eyes and started ticking things off… intelligent, alert, high energy…yep. Gentle with babies and small things… yep… strong retrieving drive, intense birdiness… oh yes! The article even mentions my singing… she can’t even blame me for that! It says too that Tollers chase things like cats and anything else that looks like fun…
Honest, it is like a ‘get out of jail free’ card. She pounced on the bit about the strong will and the liking being in control. She says she can relate to that. And she glossed over the bit that says Tollers are smarter than the average person too.
So what with Mum being a Setter… another vocal bird-dog with a mind of their own and loads of energy…and Dad being a Toller, she just sighed and said, ‘Must be genetic then.’
I might go hide under the table.
Catch you later,