Animal Lovers and Their Pets

Pet footprints!

As regular readers to MRB know, I can’t live without my pets. I adore animals, my ideal job would be working with an animal rescue group. I’m scared of dogs, although I think that could get better over time.

The amazing things owners do for their pets…

On the Huff Post it has a cute slideshow showing a few lovely reunions and tender pet moments. John and his dog Schoep went viral on ‘tinternet following the article here Huffington post story with photos. A short while later an update is posted on Huff Post, explaining the dog got so much support from this, it saved his life as his distraught owner was considering having him put down to end the pain. So this story had a happy ending.

I have done some daft things with my pets over the years, particularly with Peter rabbit, a large grey bunny I had as a teenager. He was adopted by me, his previous owner was an elderly lady with mobility issues. I could see that Peter missed her at times, so what I used to do was pop him in a padded rucksack, with hay or straw in the bottom for comfort, and go out cycling with him. In my pocket would be a retractable dog lead and he was wearing a bunny collar/harness whilst travelling.

This was not only for visiting his ex-owner, but also for trips to the park and walks (ok, runs) in long corn and wheat fields. I only had a little garden, and I knew he had been used to having a large area to play in at the ex-owners house. Peter was very happy to piggy-back like this, sometimes he’d grab his own collar in his teeth and bring it over. He was a lovely old boy, very intelligent, and trained.
He came when he was called and would even go back outside and into his hutch in the shed if you said “Hip hop bunny, pop to your bed”. This was a cute line he learnt before he became my pet, I shortened it to “to your bed”, but it had the same effect – a silly fluffy bunny jumping down from the sofa, through the kitchen, to the backdoor and into the garden. Then he would jump up in his hutch, and once in would attempt to claw the door of his hutch shut behind him.  Sadly this was before the days of mobile phones and YouTube or Peter would have been as viral as Scheop and John.

It’s not always owners doing awesome things for their pets though, sometimes the pets pay us back…

Another pet I’ve had was Ben the dog, he was rescued from a family mistreating him and being violent. He was a scared little chap all his life, certain things would just freak him out, but over time he learnt to trust us. Ben was a family pet when I was young, and he clearly remembers being “saved”. I had seen the daughter of his then family beating him, sticking him in a plastic carrier bag and swinging him high above her head, and pretending to eat him, literally stabbing him in the back with a fork and sawing in to his skin with a butter knife. Even as a young kid, I couldn’t ignore this, I went on about it, and threatened the owners with RSPCA and anything else I could. Then the owners just handed him over, “I’d like to see you do better”. I did do better, thanks!

One day I was walking along a public footpath with 2 other girls and Ben, and a crazy local woman started shouting at us, saying we were trespassing, and within seconds had issued a “KILL” command to her three Alsatian dogs! Ben did brilliantly, he got very badly injured, and was being held upside down by one of them in the river next to the path. My screaming went higher pitched as I had climbed as high as I could up a 5-bar wooden gate but her dog nearly got me by jumping. Ben pulled himself up from the water, and grabbed that dog. He took it in turns, attacking whichever of the three dogs was the biggest danger. Our screams were heard half a mile away, by my school teacher, he heard us above his own family talking and a TV.

My teacher drove towards us down this footpath in his Volvo and we got in, Ben defended us as we got in, picking off the closest dog to us. The Alsatians were trying to smash in through the car windows, so my teacher opened his door and kicked the nearest one in the head. Super hero teacher! Ben refused to get to safety until we were all in the car, Sir grabbed him and reversed fast, the vicious dogs were chasing, and biting at the bumper and tires. I was crying, and holding my wet dog, who was covered in blood, and he was licking the tears off of my face! Truly terrifying, but Ben had saved our lives. We didn’t know it then, but this old lady was from Africa, she had been forced to leave during the civil wars and was not exactly a good person, and these were her protection dogs. They had be trained to kill, not just attack.

Poor Ben had scars for life, but I washed those scars and put creams on them and tried to help him. We were close before that, but after that I loved him so much more. It just goes to show, treat a pet right, and they love you forever.

This post is sponsored by Pet Health Information – a website run by the National Office of Animal Health.

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