I haven’t seen anything good in the press to share with you this week – it all seems to be doom and gloom and misery and politics – so here’s a Feelgood Friday story from my personal life.
This is Rufus. He’s a scruffy little terrier with a sad background.
He was abandoned by his previous family and ended up in a rescue home. No-one knows for sure how he was treated by his old family, but based on how subdued and quiet he was in the home there’s a good chance he wasn’t showered with the love a little dog deserves.
Then along came my Mom, who fell in love with him, and took him to his new home, where he lives happily to this day.
Rufus used to be called Bradley. Who calls a dog Bradley? And when he first came to his new home, at my Mom’s, it was like he had no personality. He used to lie under the coffee table and not make a sound. You could fuss and cuddle him and he’d just sit there, with no reaction. It was heartbreaking. When my Mom had to take him back to the rescue home for his injections he cried, as though he recognised where he was going and thought he was going to be left again.
Now he’s a happy little chap who loves to play with his “big brother” Oscar the boxer dog, loves to lie in the sunshine, and loves to play with plastic bottles!
I bribed him with crisps for these Christmas pics!
He loved having a Mohican, little hipster!
He needs no persuading to pose in glasses – this is the “chews” at 10!
And he loves the doggy spa in the sunny garden!
Have you ever taken in a rescue dog?
Thanks, as always, for reading! x