Doggy storie 29/03/26
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Every morning when I wake up with my dog curled up in bed beside me - all warm and cosy - is a real ' AAAHHH' moment first thing and does make me start the day with a big broad smile. We share a cuddle for 10 or 15 minutes before I get up and she waits for me to be fully dressed before ' getting out of bed'- and although I have one rule - LAST OUT - MAKES THE BED - this one rule seems to have missed her by.... lol
""What is the creepiest thing you've ever experienced in your home?"
"My doberman Cleo jumped on me while I was asleep, so I knew instantly something was up, so fearing the worst I picked up my daughters baseball bat…which was about 18 inches long and made of sponge..I stood for a second trying to listen but my dog was panting..loudly.. so I kinda had to go see, she led me into the garden, it was dark in the corner where my security lighting illuminated something moving..my dobie barked at me..and sort of led me toward the noise she was hearing but I wasn't, I was trying to hush my dobie but she was having none of it..Bark! Bark!
She stopped near the fence that divides my neighbour and it was then I saw a hedgehog it's back leg was stuck firmly in the wire I use to prevent next doors cat from crapping in my garden..my adorable hound barked in my face and pawed at the ground where the hog was trapped..I believe at that point man and canine spoke the same language😊
I managed to release the hog and Cleo licked my face and was off..leaving me in the garden. I got back in to a silent house, the dobie was asleep on her bed like it was nothing..I spent that morning at work bleary eyed and in need of some sleep..the scary part was realising that even animals have a sense of empathy..my dobie heard another animal in distress and because she doesn't have opposable thumbs she came to me..😊
My dobie is a rescue, she knows the meaning of fear and empathy..""
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From the internet:- Last Sunday,
I drove nearly seven hours, crossing into another state, to meet a little dog who had been waiting for a second chance. His name is Simon LeBone.
Simon spent his early life in a shelter, and you can still see the uncertainty in his eyes. When we stepped into a pet store together for the first time, he froze—stunned by all the new sights and smells.
He’s shy, cautious, and taking things one step at a time. But every day, Simon grows braver, more curious, and a little more trusting. Watching him begin this new journey is an incredible gift.
Welcome to your forever home, Simon.
A soldier assigned to Iraq receives a letter from his girlfriend...
The letter said the following:
'Dear Alberto. I can no longer continue this relationship. The distance that separates us is too great. I have to admit I've been unfaithful to you twice since you left and I don't think you or I deserve that, I'm sorry. Please return the photo I sent you, with love,
Daniela.
The soldier, very wounded..., asked all his companions to offer him pictures of their brides, sisters, friends, cousins, etc.
Along with Daniela's photo, he included all these other photos that he had taken of his friends.
There were 57 photos in the envelope and a note that read:
'Dear Daniela. Forgive me, but I can't remember who you are. Please look for your photo on the package and return the rest to me.'
Moral:
Still defeated... You have to know how to screw the enemy, hehehe
"Adopted This Girl From The Pound Today,
and she rode like this the whole way home!
From the moment we met her at the shelter, we knew she was special. But we had no idea just how sweet and relaxed she would be during the ride back. She curled up in the seat, looked out the window with those curious eyes, and seemed to instantly settle into her new surroundings. It was as if she already knew she was heading to a place where she’d be loved and cared for. We couldn’t stop smiling at her contented little face the whole drive home. Welcome to your new family, sweet girl—here’s to many more happy rides together!"
Max is a rescued dog who has been returned twice.
The first family kept him for only a few days before returning him, saying that Max would always irritate them by following them around. He would cry when left alone in his room with the door closed and would disturb them at the bathroom door.
The second family kept him for a week and then returned him, saying that Max gets too attached and requires physical closeness all the time.
The shelter worker's heart was broken; Max was neither misbehaved nor aggressive, but was suffering from loneliness and anxiety. He wanted love and would quietly sit in his kennel, feeling that he had caused someone harm.
One afternoon, an elderly lady named Eleanor Brooks came to the shelter with her walker. Her husband had passed away, and her house felt empty.
She told the staff that she wanted a dog that wouldn’t be independent, one that would always want to be with her and wouldn’t leave her alone. They brought her to Max.
When they opened the door of Max's kennel, he approached her and started licking her hand. Eleanor saw that Max was already starting to trust her; she sat down, and he began to hug her. She smiled softly and said with smiled , "This is exactly what I wanted, and I think Max likes me too."
What some people had deemed as too needy, today has found a home.
When Eleanor watches TV, Max becomes her cushion. When she goes to the bathroom, he waits outside, guarding her. At night, he curls up by her feet to keep her warm.
Max is very happy now.
We adopted Walter to die. I know that sounds really harsh, but it’s the honest truth.
He was 15 years old, a senior brindle Boxer with cloudy eyes and a stiff, super careful walk. The shelter paperwork simply said "Hospice Foster." His family had given him up because he "slept too much" and found it hard to get around.
So, we prepared for goodbye.
We put orthopedic beds in every room, installed ramps instead of stairs, and planned for quiet nights and gentle mornings. We genuinely believed we were giving him a soft, peaceful place to spend his final weeks.
But Walter, well, Walter had other plans.
Week 1: He slept. The kind of deep sleep that only comes when a soul finally feels completely safe.
Week 2: He started to realize he wasn't leaving. This wasn't just temporary; this was actually home
Week 3: He found the stuffed toy.
It wasn't new, it wasn't fancy—just a worn, soft little stuffed animal. And from that moment on, he carried it everywhere.
That’s when the "dying" Boxer seemed to disappear.
The dog who "could barely walk" began trotting proudly through the house, his toy clenched in his mouth like a precious prize. The dog who "slept too much" started waking us up early, standing at the bedside with that toy, ready to start the day.
At night, he would sit just like this—holding it close, as if he was afraid it might vanish.
That’s when we finally understood.
Walter wasn't dying. He wasn't weak because of his age. He was simply exhausted from loneliness, from cold floors, from being left behind.
Now, he's still 15 years old. He sneaks pizza off the counter when we’re not looking. He races me to the backyard—and sometimes, he even wins! And he still carries that same beloved stuffed toy, proof that joy found him again.
We definitely failed at hospice fostering. But we succeeded at something far, far better. We gave a senior Boxer a reason to hold on—and he showed us that sometimes, love doesn't just extend a life…
It actually brings it back
JB ANSWERS: How can anyone give up a much loved dog just because it's getting old. Would you give up on a child - or a family member in the same way - NO of course not yet people abandon - after years - a family pet just because he doesn't run and play any more. These people need a slap. If you have a dog and you are local to Hamilton Hall and you are having problems as you are too old or the dog is - and you need help, just let us know and we shall see what we can do to help...
This actually happened to me in an Indian restaurant in Central London back in 2011. I was briefly unemployed for a couple of months and had just £120 to my name. Literally that was all I had in my bank account.
I wandered into an Indian restaurant (somewhat rather drunk…) that was packed, but the food smelled soooo good I could not turn back. I wanted to try what everyone else was enjoying, including the mixed grills and veg curries. I ordered Okra and some Lamb Bhuna curry with naan bread.
The bill came out extortionate. I had also ordered two Stella Artois beers and found a seat, music blasting, beautiful ladies dancing… all of it.
Come pay time, I realised I was £7.50 short. I guess most of my money had gone on booze that night. Go figure.
The manager was there and he was incredibly kind and polite. A Sikh gentleman, tall and impressive. He told me he would waive the £7.50. I almost cried and told him I was out of work, and he said, "We have all been there sir, do not worry. Have some ice cream or gulab jamun on the house."
I wiped a teary eye and grabbed that opportunity. I had ice cream with gulab jamun thanks to Mr Singh.
Sikhs are truly a godsend. They are among the most generous and loving people on this planet. If you are near a Sikh you are safe and protected. Homage to the Sikhs!
✊🏽😄
And just to be clear, I was not ‘freeloading’ or trying to get ‘freebies folks. I was out of work for a brief period. The manager simply showed what humanity looks like and took pity on me. I left with a full stomach AND a delicious paneer wrap, courtesy of the manager
John Bellamy www.hamiltonhall.info
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