Thanks to the generosity of our fantastic followers we actually have a few spare kennels. If any of our owners are in trouble (hospital, strict isolation, NHS workers, etc) and need their dogs out and safe please ring me.
We have two in already due to this crisis. Tia dogs only obviously and genuine situations please.
Tia shops and the farm may be closed, but you can still purchase your dog essentials by clicking here and purchasing through our ebay page. Whether it’s “Bag ’em” poo bags, Treats 2 sit 4, collars, leads, harnesses, tea towels or even Tia Rescue baseball hats, you can make a purchase from the safety and comfort of your own home knowing it will be dispatched directly to your door. No queuing or social distancing necessary!
You’ll also be making a difference to Tia, and with our shops closed we need your support now more than ever.
We have so many Greyhounds needing homes.
All have names, all need a chance.
83 to be precise
2 of the Sheffield 13. Spot and Dot the day they arrive. We want them to go together. they have blossomed into lovely hounds.
The boys…
Barra
Bullseye
Mallaig
Milton
Raasay
Reggie
Robbie ( he was rehomed but came back )
Rogart
Vallay
Mull
The girls..
Whisper
Bracken
Brenais
Bonnie
Carna
Clara
Danna
Eday
Elphin
Farray
Flotta
Lydia
Mora
Nancy
Ness
Penny
Skye..
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As some of you may know we have been causing trouble for 25 years. We could fill a three-volume novel with the tales of our past endeavours and exploits. Frankly we sailed a bit too close to the wind on occasion. Anyone remember why Jason ended up in the dock? The Bafta performance given by a volunteer to get a dog off a trainer (he never forgave us)? The trainer stripping off in the yard?
The usual suspects may recall Tia once published a book – ‘A Decade of Dogs’. It was actually quite lucrative as we recall. Well with most of the population under house arrest, maybe now is an ideal time to have another bash at it to celebrate our anniversary. So if you are bored with the books you always meant to read, finished the jigsaw and watching James Martin on the cookery channel (it’s my ‘ouse) has paled, now is the time to give it a go.
We would love to hear your tales about our dogs. Warts and all. The kitchens they ate, the looks of horror from friends as a small horse peed up the curtains, corns, we’ve all been there, please send them to us and we’ll try and cobble enough to put a little book together.
After all how else can a rescue celebrate its silver anniversary.
Give it a go and send them to me..
debra.rothery@btinternet.com
Farewell to a much loved beautiful greyhound girl, and a wonderful greyhound ambassador. Lupe was ‘ Iris’s Diamond’ on the Tia ‘Wall of Shame’. An emaciated stray, she came to Tia at Moorside Farm in Oct 2007. I adopted her in Feb 2008, when she was still only 2 years old. Such a gentle, quiet dog, I called her ‘the dog with no bark’, as she hardly ever did. In fact, I can only remember her barking on one occasion. Whilst we were out walking early one snowy morning, out of nowhere a middle aged man came hurtling down the snow-covered hillside on a tea tray, she let him know exactly what she thought of that. I think her most favourite thing was running on the beach, in and out of the sea, chasing seagulls. Over the years, she gently held court from the sofa, over numerous fostered/adopted male dogs. She was a regular member of the Tia fundraising team but after 9 years of tin rattling for Tia, she retired. It is with much sadness that I report that after just over 12 years with me, she was peacefully put to sleep on her sofa at home last week aged 14 years and 10 months. Thank you Deb, for choosing her for me. I know how lucky I am.
Cheryl
He was not even named
Can you donate towards his care and show him we do care
His name is now Croick.
It is difficult to embellish the profile of a dog that nobody could be bothered to even name. He came into the world on 20.07 2017 and broke the Tia record for getting into the van! That muzzle scar will hopefully fade. Croick was one of the five dogs we picked up from the final flapping meeting. His mum was called Good Future so maybe that was an omen. If it is any consolation Croick, you siblings aren’t exactly Westmead Hawk either.
We hope you like the name lad. Croick is a little village in the Highlands of Scotland, maybe your new family will take you there when they appear.
As you all stay safe at home we know many of you are keeping yourselves busy clearing out wardrobes and cupboards and having declutters in garages and sheds. Please keep all your much-needed donations bagged and ready to drop into your local shop or at the farm when we reopen. Thank you for your ongoing support for the work we do.
Stay safe Stay in and Sort out.
The ruthlessness of this industry.
Meet ‘Lazy Game’, now known as Rogart, whelped in 2015. He’s been around. This 30 kilo racer is the type that greyhound racing depends on. Standing dish at Romford, he has also screamed around Perry Barr, Harlow, Monmore and the usual pre-exportation tracks of Clonmel and Waterford. In fact he went around 101 times, not including trials, winning 17 of the things. Not quite top flight although he did manage to land an Open on one glorious occasion, it has to be said that he has given his all. Just a reliable card filler towards the end, tough as teak, genuine and fully deserving of the sofa and snogs due to an old servant. “Pass me a pigs ear, human!”
So how did he get into our kennel with a strange name chinographed on the plate attached to his door. He last raced under rules at Romford on the 12th March. Game as a pebble to his last, he ran his heart out for his connections and was beaten a short head on the line by a whippersnapper two years his junior. Tia would love to know how much money changed hands for him that night after the pats and the pints. Was his residual value so tempting?
Cut to the chase, Lazy Game finally trapped his last race at a flapping meeting on the 20th March. It was the final meeting before shutdown. We have scrutinised the advance card and cannot identify him amongst the Rambo’s, Joey’s, Jack’s Luck and other anonymous runners. We don’t know if he won. We do know that he has done with the game.
Anyone who has been to these tracks know it’s like Black Beauty ending up in the shafts. Lazy Game deserved a better swansong than a rundown strange track, racing under a stupid fictitious name on a freezing Yorkshire evening, for total bloody strangers under floodlights. His nerves are in shreds. His faith shattered.
Rogart was one of five greyhounds dumped that night after the meeting, all came here. It took only eight days for him to become homeless. Eight!
