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aceoffangirls Ā· 2 years ago
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When you realise the foundations of Australian Food is just cheap white bread
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phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess Ā· 4 years ago
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Hey guys,Ā 
This is the local dog rescue charity that we were carers for, for several years. May do it again in future, but after Debbie (who was rescued by Precious Paws), it feels like we need a break.Ā 
We have had three foster fails, but two puppers came through our home, learned to feel safe and loved, and went on to a perfectly matched new family.
There is always a demand for carers, so if you think you can, have a look at their Carer Info. Or look into the FB page, to keep your eyes open.
The best way to find new carers for animals is having a network of people sharing the Urgent statuses, which flags the attention of new groups of people. No dog will ever be LEFT on death row. They look for carers until the last second, but will absofuckinglutely take the dog anyway and put them in a boarding kennel short-term whilst a carer is located.
No doggo left behind.
It can be a bit confronting, though, so I understand if you cannot. The majority of the dogs have been surrendered to the pound, for various reasons, and the rescues in the region put their hands up for the ones slated for being put down each week. This list constantly refills, so there is always a need.
Some other dogs, like Debbie, are rescued directly from the disgusting human slime of the world who have caused them pain, injury, or attempted to kill them.
Carers open their homes to as many as they can, but there will always be more needed. A dog can be with you for a few months, to a few years, depending on their needs.Ā 
Little Willow was so scared of everything when we got her, it took 5 months to get her to trust men near her due to where she came from. But after nearly a year, she was ready for adoption and went to a new mother; happy, healthy, and confident. She was fast, smart and a very delightful little doggo. I do miss her, sometimes, but her new mother sent us photos of Willow on her first and second adoption anniversaries.Ā 
And little Geminiā€™s face, when her new family sent a photo from her first meeting with her human brother, was SO BIG!
It is hard to say goodbye, because they are with you for a long time, and you have to work hard with them, so they are an integral part of your life. But it helps to know that their future family is out there, not yet aware that thereā€™s a dog shaped hole waiting to be filled.
As my parental unit says,Ā ā€œIn reality, if they were not with us, theyā€™d be dead. Someone without any heart dropped these animals off to be killed, and because of all these rescues, all these dogs and cats get another chance at life.ā€
Harvey, who we have now, was 9mths (Willow too) when they came to us. BABIES who just were too energetic or too big, so they had to be sent away. It takes a while to rebuild that trust in them.
Not to mention the absolute FUCKS who take their little old dogs, who have known and loved them their WHOLE LIVES to the pound and walk out with a new puppy (or kitten). FUCKS.Ā  Those little doggos are never forgotten, PPARs and the other rescues make sure they have somewhere to go as well! I know of a 16yo bulldog called rosie, who was snappy when she first came and very depressed, who blossomed with her carers into a happy old girl. She was adopted recently!!!
It is important to be aware that these animals are often traumatised and have behaviours that some can considerĀ ā€˜naughtyā€™. You have to be understanding. Like traumatised kids, the worst thing you can do is yell or hit or whatever, even if they piss on your favourite rug or chew a beloved pair of shoes.
They may snap and snarl. Might shy away from men, or women, or teenagers. Might cower away, or show subservience constantly. Might hide for a few weeks. Might wet themselves or run to hide if something makes a loud noise or there is a specific trigger. They might rip up the couch twice, or hump your pillows. Try to escape the yard (need strong fences). A trigger? One of our kids was terrified of men, the noise of a powertool, and anyone having the hood of their car open. Would sit, shaking, panting in fear if these things were present. Still a bit much for her, but she knows to go to a human, who will keep her safe. Or sit with her sister doggo, who will protect her.
Willow was scared of men, shouting, and would be immediately wet-herself-afraid and show her belly in subservience. My giant bearded mountain of a sibling would lay on the floor with her, and talk gently, let her come over to sniff him. Eventually, she would lay next to him, and finally he could pat her, and it progressed from there. This took months of consistency and care.
I know of another carer couple who had this tiny little dog who was SO SCARED of everything she spent absolute months hiding under their bed or sofa. Too scared to be touched. They fed her and never made a fuss if she had a little accident indoors. And one day, she popped her head out while the male carer was pretending to be occupied... and licked his arm. That was it, went straight back under the bed. But it was a huge step. She can now be held and cuddled, and loves her little life. But it took the time, understanding and patience of these carers to get her there. Itā€™s important to note that carers dont normally have the whole backstory for each dog, but after a while, you tend to get good at figuring it out based on behaviours. Harveyā€™s behaviours were extremely frantic for attention, he didnā€™t know how to sit or be still, he was desperate for attention; his behaviours increased when on a lead (which had to be used for the first few weeks and outside time, as this was a New Household Member time).Ā  It was clear that given his age, when we got him, and his behaviours that heā€™d been an xmas gift puppy that had gotten WAAAAAAY bigger than anticipated. When he was small heā€™d been the fuss of what we suspect was at least 2 children. After getting too big, he was put on a leash in the yard, and had no real interaction.
Harvey would go BALLISTIC if given even a glance from a human. He NEEDED attention, and it took months of careful work with him to teach sit, stay, look, settle, back back, etc. Heā€™s still a bit ridiculous, sometimes, but he can sleep on a bed with a human and only half drown them in spit (ugh) lmao.Ā 
So consider if you could be a carer.Ā  Or, if that isnā€™t realistic for you right now... donate.
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Donate, if you can.
If youā€™re in Brisbane, you might see them doing sausage sizzles at Bunnings on the weekends to raise needed funds!Ā 
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COVID-19 hit all the rescue charities hard. Their normal fundraising was crippled by the lockdowns, but animals are always in need of new homes and protection.
If you can help out your local shelters, theyā€™d appreciate it!
Thereā€™s food and supplies that need to be paid for; PPAWs specifically help out pensioners who take on an animal, by providing the food and toys, collar, bedding, etc. Thereā€™s desexing, microchipping and all vaccinations to be paid for. Some animals have extreme medical issues that need to be fixed (such as a dog surrendered with a broken hip, or dogs like Debbie, who were starved almost to death. Who need intensive and long-term things; with Debbie, my family put money forwards for her insulin and eye surgeries, etc. bc we could budget for it. Not everyone can, though.
Thereā€™s also little emergencies here and there that they jump in for, to assist.Ā  [E.g early on when the caninculin levels were being sorted, Debbie had a random fit, so I rushed her in and they discovered her BSL had hit 1 - very dangerous. PPAWs got on the phone and said,Ā ā€œAny tests, any medication, any fluids, anything that needs to happen for that little girl, you DO ITā€ and they stabilised her. PPAWs also helped fund the full-day glucose testing and blood panel the next day and an overnight with the vet, that was pretty expensive. To be clear, it is expected that her starvation and new diabetes was likely to experience highs and lows, so we had bought a glucometer, and had squeezy-top bottles of honey all over the house as an emergency-response kit. When Debbie went funny, we filled her mouth full of honey and transported; which was the protocol, as was taking her medication chart (sheā€™d been waaaay high for BSL that morning so this dip was SCARY). It took another incident before the vet decided to use an interstitial fluid monitor, and the results backed up our concerns that Debbie was having completely random highs/lows and spikes with no real pattern. She had the vet recommended food and no treats outside of the ones she was allowed, and at times suggested by the vet. Except on her last day when the vet said she could absolutely have a wholw happy meal, and little Debbie was DELIGHTED. I have the funniest photo of her with it all in her mouth looking excited but not sure where to go from there, but it still makes me cry to look at it because we lost her just three weeks ago. (We did rip it into little mouthfuls for her, though. Just to clarify.) She was placed on a higher dose, after that, and was completely stable from there. It was the testing that initially identified a flaw, though, and we are forever grateful that PPAWs stepped in on that day.
And the point of my rambling speech... is that shit happens. Especially with these dogs, cats, horses, and all the other animals they rescue.Ā  Emergencies are often the most expensive to cover for charities.
On the upside! Donations also help with a) transporting animals to carers around the region, and b) on the occasion that an animalā€™s new furever family is interstate, they can be flown to them!
Lots of stuff.
Think about the mess of words, and consider donating - to PPAWs, or find out the name of your local charity and see if they need help!
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bighandslittlefeet Ā· 6 years ago
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Hello Everyone, OK, so that was a long delay on the blog update but, hopefully, the wait will have been worth it dear, kind, patient readers. Firstly a review of that famous Australian weather that I know youā€™ve all been dying to hear about. Rain. Torrential, damnable rain. Hardly a let up in three weeks. It just keeps falling out of the bloody sky. It alternates, seemingly just to keep us on our toes, between a mild petty English spring mizzle, to a solid summer downfall, to the heaviest rain pelting, nay bouncing, from the rooftops and pavements. Coats and bags are only waterproof against so much water I tells ya! Anyway, it's safe to say that weā€™ll be glad when it's over and its all fun and games complaining but in all seriousness, the country needs it. They havenā€™t had rain in months, so in true English tradition, we brought the weather with us, and you know what!? Theyā€™re damn well grateful. Anywho, onto the bulk of the post, where did we leave off last time - ah yes, flats, vans, and work. Well we are one week into being in the new flat. Two of our housemates, the Germans, Robin and Merriam moved out and onwards with their Ozzy tour, and we gained Jan the chap from the Czech Republic. They were lovely, he is lovely, but we donā€™t really see much of them. Weā€™re out of the house a lot at our jobs. Beccaā€™s as I mentioned, is round the corner pulling shots and brewing fierce ā€¦ brews. Iā€™m in a cafe a bus ride away and at an escape room in a similar location. Weā€™re both really getting into the swing of it, and looking forward to a month and a half of solid work which will help keep us comfortably afloat over the Christmas break, which we hope will be a month or so further up the Gold.Sunshine coasts. This will al be made immensely easier by the fact that we now have a van! Our van - possibly called Vinny, is a lovely toyota pop top that we got from a French dude called Colin. One night when very tired I walked home from the bus stop trying to figure out the bestway to pronounce Colin in a French accent and I couldnā€™t quite make it work. Speaking of people selling vans I never got around to writing up an amusing incident I had last week with a lady selling her van. It was going to be about an hour bus trip to see this little van and she rang me up, I think a little bit high, saying she hadnā€™t slept for three days but she felt bad that I was making the journey, I was like, well I can delay if you need time to rest, she insisted she was fine. I arrived at the address she gives me and I ring her, saying I think Iā€™ve spotted the van, she says, oh what? Iā€™ll come out. A full fifteen minutes later, I hear a ā€˜Sam?ā€™ from the bushes. I turn around and peer around. Her head is barely visible as she comes up a random hidden path to greet me. She suddenly cries oh! I rush over to her and she's crouching own staring at a rat which is just sat in the step in front of her. She says sheā€™s never seen anything like this before. I say it must be hurt. It then bounds off into the bush. She says sheā€™ll come back and help it later. We take a look at the van which is an absolute state, she again seems to be half asleep or on some strange compound that is altering her conscious state. I make appreciative noises and exchange numbers, she promises me that sheā€™ll be in contact asap. I never heard from her again. Anyway, Colin is nothing like that. Heā€™s into pizza, photography, and surfing. Heā€™s just been mooching about Oz in this van with his partner and sheā€™s just headed back to France and he stuck around to shift the van and follow her back. We take it for a spin in a car park, of a Bunnings, which is like B&Q back home but they have charity sausage ā€˜sizzlesā€™ every saturday for charity. We like it but need to do a pre-purchase inspection. Colin, the crafty bugger says he has another offer, we leave saying we need to do the check as the last van we had lined up had an issue that we as non-mechanics would ever have spotted. He says OK, Iā€™ll be incontact. 20 minutes later. A text, of course Iā€™ll bring it over tomorrow. We arrange a check asap with the mechanic and weā€™re off. I have a shift at the cafe but Becca is off. They take it to the mechanic and he says it should be grand for a good few years yet! So we got it! Sunday rolls around, Becca is at work, Colin has emptied his gear out of the van, drives it round, we sign the paperwork, chat about spots to learn surf, hand over the money, he gets quite emotional leaving the van and I do a little dance! Becca comes back from work and we dump some stuff that we donā€™t want - fun side story, hill starts in the van are intense, or at least for me, a new driver, I may have been a little heavy on the gas and had some actual wheel squeel for fear of rolling backwards - and then we got back and cleaned it all out. We reckon we might reline the floor and buy some new storage solutions but other than that it's pretty much perfect and good to go. Weā€™d love to take it up to the mountains, a 2 hour drive, for a short midweek break next week, just to give it a spin. Hopefully the weather will be better then! We also had a lovely rendevouz with Sophie Delinā€™s folks who were in Sydney visiting Tasha, who we met for Pizza the other week. We had an absolutely lovely day eating brunch, chilling and chatting. A lovely slice of home, hear in soggy Oz. And of course, weā€™re watching bakeoff with Clare and Dave, round theirs. Iā€™m backing Manon, Becca is Backing Briony, and for some godforsaken reason, Clare is team Rahul. We all know that heā€™s headed home soon. Shake my head. So the future, it's exciting and full of much more tangibile promise of fun and relaxation than, the grift of the last few weeks finding jobs, flats, and vans. Which is wizard (Iā€™m bringing it back - and thats wizard). Until the next update! With lots of love and happy wheels and cool pop tops, Sam and Becca X
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