Alg

This isn't Staffie specific advice as will be made clear later.
Be careful if you have kids.
I found a old Springer Spaniel wandering down a country lane once and took him home and called the council dog warden to see if he was recorded as lost.
He seemed ok but I found out the hard way that he didn't like kids and he snapped at one of my daughters. She was only stood looking at him under my supervision and because she was out of range he didn't get her
Keep a careful eye on him even though he seems ok.

D.K.1

LOL, microchipped, not speed chipped

Alg, he hasn't been in direct contact with the kids, but has wagged his tail and didn't seem to mind them stroking him earlier when they saw him. He's out the back with the choc lab, the kids don't go there without being allowed. I wouldn't risk the kids and will let him get used to them gradually, if needed.

He keeps wadnering about with his ears back and tail down between his legs, not much eye contact with him either, he keeps looking at the floor etc, would help if he had a name we knew to call him by instead of patting my legs and shouting "Here boy" to get him to come over! He looks so sad - bless him

DrEvil

Good man for looking after him, and all you plan to do to help the dog. Hope all works out well

D.K.1

I bandaged his paw up, bit it didn't last very long I'm afraid

Best bet is a vet seeing to it and possibly putting a lamp shade on his head to stop him chewing it etc We will see what tomorrow brings

We put the collar on him, so we could hold him to have a better look at him etc, we are baffled as to where he came from He is whining a lot

beamer

Nice that some people care

Hope all turns out well

Jay m A

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Good on you Sonic / DK1

Hope it all works out

Jonno_johnson

keep us informed he is a lovely dog.

sti-04!!

Well done guys

J4CKO

iTrader: (1)

Funny that as we had a lovely little Cocker Spaniel appear at ours today, vry young and full of energy, luckily she had a collar with an address on, asn't far so I took her for a walk home, owners were very surprised as they thought she was asleep in her basket.

I say whoever had that dog wasn't looking after it or it had escaped some time ago, my bro found a Chiwauwah on the road all bedraggled and half dead and brought it home and plonked it in the middle of the kitchen, we didnt know what the f*ck it was, but anyway, after trying everything, vets, Police (who said it would be dead by morning if he went in the kennels), he lived out his days largely under my mums right arm, he hated me with a passion but what a character, was at my dads today and he dug out an old video from 1990 and there was the little fella, like a Gremlin but more evil.

If you can, keep it.

j4ckos mate

hang about jacko you tried to sell it to my mum for a fiver if i remember correctly




has anyone seen my cat by the way ?

i put it out and it wont come in

D.K.1

He didn't have a bad night really, whined occasionally, but settled down again He slept in our dog's basket

He had done a few messes by this morning and he was shaking again, but he was jumping up and wagging his tail when I let him out and when I fed him

If it does turn out he has an owner, I think they should be checked before having him back, considering the state he is in. We wouldn't like him to go back to somewhere where he's mis-treated.

Curse of the Rushing Gimp

I wouldn't even let the owner have a look in. Its clear this dog has been neglected judging from his skinny ribcage. Let someone decent like yourself look after the poor fella

D.K.1

Thanks

I would love to look after him and possibly keep him, but he's really frightened all the time and the last thing I want is him turning one one of my kids Maybe with time he'll settle down though

I wouldn't want anyone to have him back of they can't look after him properly, but what if he escaped and ran off during bonfire weekend through fright and has been lost since then? THat would explain him being so thin and dirty etc.

He also keeps trying to *bum* our dog, who is starting to get fed up with it and he's snapping at him a bit, I don't want them fighting, that's not fair on either of them.

I get a wag off him now when I go into him

hail-hail

Could just as easily be a well loved and looked after dog that has been lost for a couple of weeks, a bit harsh to pre-judge the owners......

Jonno_johnson

I think him trying to bum your other dog will calm down after a day or so, as for him been frightened he probably is, again after he learns that he is been treat right, he shoul start to calm down, hes young enough to get over whatever it is that is causing him anxiety, it will pass.

Leslie

Good for you Sonic, glad to see you care.

Les

little-ginge

Donna & *Sonic* - nice one guys for looking after him - I hope he gets to stay with you, as he obviously needs some TLC.

I'm a sucker for collecting stray dogs - whenever I see one, I always look after it - ignoring warnings that one day I am going to get bitten.

We were driving down a local road a couple of years ago when I saw this little scrap of fluff in the middle of the road. Stopped as I realised it was a dog - it was quivering in fright, and the only way we could get it was by me sitting in the midde of the road and waiting for it to approach me. whilst my other half held up the traffic.

She was a really tatty and undernourished. After enquiring at local houses, I took her home, fed her, took her to the vets( she wasn't microchipped) where it was determined she was a valuable Bedlington terrier. The police thought she was probably stolen from someones garden by gypsys or the like and then later dumped - noone had reported her missing. We put notices in the local vets etc.

She was an absolute darling and I really wanted to keep her, but I felt the best thing was for her to go to a family who understod the needs of the breed, and who could coax her back to health.

I found the Bedlington Terrier Rescue Group, and we drove her 150 miles to this place. She was placed with a foster family the next day who already had the same breed, & it turns out they kept her.

I really regret not keeping her, but am glad she ended up where she was obviously looked after

Shark Man

That's a point, the staffy could have been stolen by pikeys and dumped, its certainly not unheard of. So his real home could be miles away.

hail-hail

It is also worth taking him to the vets to get him scanned (for an ID chip), there could be loving owners out there missing their little pooch........

D.K.1

Aww, what a lovely story LG

She sounds adorable, but like you said, you did what was best for her according to her breed and you looked after her while you could too

There are gypsies near us, don't know if it could have come from them, but he's fairly obedient and not nasty at all (or doesn't seem to be) so can't have been some kind of guard dog, he's frightened more than anything.

We should be taking him to the vet later, see if he's microchipped etc and we will see where we go from there, I really don't want to palm him off onto the dog warden, he's safe and warm here, plus I would want to know what happens to him if he goes anywhere.

*Sonic*

Quite true, there is not a million miles away a more or less permanent pikey habitat, its possible he could have come from there, but they are round here quite a lot trying to get the old people to have their telegraph poles trimmed in the belief that they are a fir tree whose roots are underneath the house and causing subsidence, and said pikeys also somehow require the use of said old peoples toilets so they can steal all the money from under the mattressess etc

I mentioned earlier that its possible that it could have got free from the pikey funfair & bonfire night mob, but they are fairly local being based only in Warrington

Going to try and get to a Vet's later on this afternoon/evening to see if he has a chip

Steve

Gutmann pug

I lost my hound for 24 odd hours a year or so ago. Knowing what that feels like I really really hope there is not an owner out there in the same situation. It's a massive worry.......The dog could have been MIA for some time, hence its skinny look

D.K.1

That's why we want to find out f he has an owner At least they will know he was looked after before being returned to them, if he is just lost

r32

Its great to hear of some one who takes the time to care. I hope it all turns out well, sounds as if the poor dog hasnt been looked after all that well.

Keep us all up to date. You deserve a medal.

J4CKO

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I found J4cko's mate at the side of the road, just sat outside a kebab shop whining waiting for it to open.

D.K.1

I don't think we deserve a medal. It would have been pretty damn heartless to have let it wander off again, goodness knows what would have happened to him, could have got run over or anything.

I am just glad we are able to help him

Sonic_Danny

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend.
Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask How could you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a belly rub.
My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect.
We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.
She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.
Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a prisoner of love."
As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.
There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me.
These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf
Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family
I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers."
You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed, "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life
You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago.
At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.
When I realised I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room.
She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days.
As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.
She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago.
She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?
Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself --a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place

And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever.
May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty

This story written by '' Joyce '' is so true to life for many many dogs, if you can help by giving a rescue dog a loving, secure home for life please do, it could mean everything and you may make the difference between life and death to a super dog who has done nothing but love it's family.

*Sonic*

Bit of a long post Sonic Danny, will read it properly a bit later

Anyway an update, as Ive just got back from the Vets with 'Yoda Ears' as is becoming his new temporary nick name

Vet checked him out, he doesnt have a chip, so no owner that we know about, he is just under 21kg, and his ribs arent quite showing so much now, but you can still see them

All his paws are dry and cracked (probably due to roaming the streets, in the cold etc) and one of his pads on his rear paw has a cut

He has an ear infection too (both ears), which would coincide with the thoughts he may be partly deaf

he is a full bred, confirmed by the Vet and a woman with a weirmararner (spelling attrocious I know)

Anyway the Vet gave him an antibiotic jab, and some cream for his ears, said he doesnt show any signs of mistreatment, more a case of a previously healthy dog roaming the streets for quite some time

She also put his age at around 2 years old or slightly younger (by checking out his teeth)

She said he will more than likley have been living on whatever scraps he could find and grass (by my description of his black grass filled poo)

She said to keep an eye on his poo, as now he is eating food again, it has gone a normal colour but quite runny, which I expected to happen with his sudden change in diet

She gave me the number of the local Dog Warden for advice as she wasnt sure if we keep him for a few days that the Dog Warden will then say he is now our responsibilty, and to see what their stance will be should we decide not to keep him

He is now whining (crying) quite a lot, and has done since being in the vets

He must have had some basic training, as he will sit on command, and jumped into the boot of the car at the click of my fingers, and sat there, and jumped out at the click of my fingers again once at the vets

He was fine on the collar and lead too, never wandering away from my side really

Hope he settles down with his crying tho

Steve

paul-s

So you gonna keep him then?!?

fatherpierre

I see you have givem him a collar.....

Keep him, you know you want to.

Staffs are great dogs - their image is tarred by the **** that usually own them.

I'd have him off you if my dog wasn't so jealous.