Mummy has been introducing Churchill to people and they keep telling us everything that is wrong with him. 🙁Some say his front legs look funny. They think he is “deformed.” He is in no pain and he walks and runs happily. Mummy consulted with the vet. The vet thinks he has Jack Russell legs. Hmmm. Mummy’s rather curious too. She was told he is a Bichonpoo or Poochon. In any case, she got a DNA test kit to find out a little more about him. But he is ok and his legs may not be the liking of some.
They say he’s disproportionate. That his body is too long. He has an odd shape, they say. He looks like he’s a sausage dog and he has proportionately shorter legs. Jack Russell traits again? That makes him shorter than Darcy.
They say his hair is too curly. Very poodly.OK. It’s not a defect, surely! All poodle crosses can end up with curly hair. It’s also because they had cut him so short at his last grooming. When his hair grows out, he wouldn’t be so tightly curled. It’s the Bichon Frise in him.
But these hoomans don’t know him. He may not be pedigree and finely bred like some. They have only judged him by appearance, rather their preference. But we can tell you he is more than all those “imperfections”. He is a little guy with steel determination. He found himself in a situation where he did not know which way he was going. But he kept going. He had become anxious and highly strung because he was confused of his existence. He felt very alone in the world yet he plodded on, looking for some way out …
It has only been three weeks he came into our home a little more “permanently” – and this is what we have come to learn about him. He loved playing with balls. Nothing stops him from having a good time – even a cone on his head. He had on a cone after he had a hernia operation but he’s completely fine now.
It is not because he is not sociable. He feels very comfortable with us.After a brief stand off, George now engages with him and he is just very compliable …
He let’s George do things to him that most dogs would never tolerate.
Sometimes we find him sitting alone deep in thought … he must be wondering if this is his new life. And we haven’t had the heart to tell him it isn’t. He must sense that there is something not permanent about it. He gets taken out for walks by Joanna – sometimes with us and a lot of times on his own. At the end of each day, he is always happy to come home to us.
Churchill has just been one unlucky dog – so far. Just last week he got bitten by some insect. He started licking it and his saliva stained his fur.We’re altogether most of the time but he is the one that was bitten. As Joanna said, “Everyone picks on Churchill. Even the insects.” LOL!
He may not be “perfect” in the eyes of some but we are sure that there is someone out there who will rescue him and he them. And they will love each other for all that they are and not for anything else. But till then he is one of us.
May’s comment: I have been a failed fosterer with George and a happy one at that, but I cannot afford to be another failed fosterer. Circumstances do not allow me to keep him and I am not allowing my heart to dictate the outcome of this one.
I am determined to find him a “good” home. I have never attempted to re-home a dog. Of course, my definition of “good” currently includes being able to have access to him to be sure he’s ok. That’s why I have not pushed too hard to get him re-homed outside of people I know. Maybe I am being unrealistic and should expand my approach to rehoming.
All this is turning out to be quite an experience – not one I am enjoying at the. It has been disheartening to hear comments from people scrutinising him for his “imperfections” – they’re probably just excuses for themselves. If he’s “perfectly formed”, he would have been snapped up immediately. So its best to accept that the ones who see his “imperfections” are not the right ones for his needs. I must be more pragmatic in my approach to rehoming rather than be emotional.
The kids, as in Sasha and Skye are coming for the summer and I get very involved with their lives the two months they are here which means I won’t have that much time even for mine. Joanna and David have been amazing in doing their part for him. They walk him everyday to relief me from having to do so with three. When I think I have to let him go because I don’t have time for him – it breaks my heart. He is not yet two (August is his second birthday) and he already had such an unsettling life. Surely I cannot let him go to yet another temporary situation and unsettle him again.
I have not been able to get the full story of his early years but I understand that his previous owner found him on an internet site for dogs to be re-homed. (Pets4Home, I believe). The exact time is unknown, but when as a puppy he was “destructive” and not house-trained. Duh! He was a puppy – he needed training. So he was passed to a dog walker for training who apparently ended up keeping him for six months. The dog walker realised that maybe Churchill’s owner was incapable of giving him a proper home and offered to adopt him. That did not pan out and eventually the owner took Churchill back – which led to our accidental meeting late January. Events brought us together and I stayed in touch through some arrangement. The eventual agreement was that his owner to allow Joanna to take him for walks twice a day – and in the process, that included feeding him in the morning and evening. Over the weekends, Churchill’s existence was pretty much on his own – and probably did not get to go out with any regularity. Between Joanna and I, we prayed and waited for the day when the owner would admit to giving him up.
On a recent Bank Holiday weekend, Churchill was “dramatically” taken away from his previous existence. I promised Joanna that we will help to find him a forever home but in the meantime, he can stay at ours.The story is complicated, but he ended up at ours. I can explain to anyone who is interested in taking him.
It didn’t take Churchill long to settle in quickly.
After a few days, away from an erratic existence, he has surfaced as sweet-natured. He has a gentle soul – but when he plays a little bit too rough George bullies him, poor thing – and he walks away without a fight! He is not barky though when he wants food, he will talk and let you know. He is a bit of a loner and tends to sit by himself. He is not destructive and he has been left at home with Darcy or George and not minded at all. He is mostly house-trained but due to his previous existence he was at first confused what was the right thing to do. He’s getting used to our routine. He is not used to being held and will struggle to get free when held. But he can and will gladly sit or lie next to you. Over time, I think he will learn to trust the human touch. He will open up and he will interact a lot more. And one day he could be as “human” to someone as Darcy is to me. And when his hair grows out a little more – he will be darn cute!!! And we’re working on that.
I am reaching out to Doodles Trust – as he is a poodle cross. And I know I can hand him over to Dogs Trust who I highly respect. But that means letting go – which maybe what I have to do.