I have researched the word but it doesn’t seem to fit. Although the kennels are now in Scotland the work in Yorkshire hasn’t stopped, the day to day routine with the animals hasn’t stopped. It doesn’t seem to make any difference where me and Bob sleep the work of the charity is exactly the same.
For example; getting a lot of dogs off the allotment with the help of Manda from Northern Greyhound Rescue, (although there are still a lot of dogs on there that they won’t part with ). Getting Angus the rough coated lurcher up here from Hull as no other “local” rescues would take him. Getting the 2 whippets off the allotment into a “local” foster home in Leeds within 24 hours of them being taken there.
Getting Rita’s dogs back to her last week in Chorley. I did an eight hundred mile round trip. So no I guess I’m not actually “local” to anything…except my dogs and if they ever need my help? I’m on my way.
This is Zuko when he got back home. He had never been in kennels, Rita got him direct from Ireland as a useless pup. Over seven years he has lived in a home, never experiencing kennels. The transporter from Silsden nearly killed him & Bandit when he fetched them up. He had been at Tia for two months and he had a lovely comfortable journey back home…it’s called a decent sized travel cage and bedding….
I have to admit I was sad when I saw the signs for Yorkshire Dales and the M62….but this cheered me up no end. And obviously the fact that my mate has made a full recovery…Deb
