I was at work one day and came across Tag at a Rescue Centre in Somerset – a little far away from my home town but not miles away from work. Tag was described as a 6 month old pure-bred Border Collie and what an unusual colour he was. Off we went one Saturday to meet him and he was adorable. He raced out of the kennel before they could even get the lead close to him and straight into the adjoining field. He stood the opposite end of the field for a while just observing us from a distance and then suddenly raced towards us and led in front of us, he also presented us with a toy and well what more can you possibly ask for. The shelter said he had never responded to anyone like that and I was feeling like he had chosen us rather than the other way around.
Getting a rescue dog is far more intrusive than going off to get a puppy from a breeder. They do have to assess your house, your garden, the height of your fences, your daily routine, (how long will the dog be alone whilst you’re at work?), do you have other pets, children? It’s quite a long list but they have the dog’s best interests at heart.
We passed that assessment and a couple of weeks later I got permission from the landlord to bring him home, (subject to many additional contractual clauses), so off I went to pick him up, after spending a fortune on a bed, food, toys, leads etc. When I got him home he raced into every room exploring his new surroundings, and you could tell which rooms he’ been into because he STANK!!! I found out later that he’d been ill on the journey….. to this day (3 years later) I don’t know which end of him was ill. Also I don’t know how I was so nose blind to the smell whilst in the car.
Anyway…… his first night involved a bath! I have pictures of that first evening, he seemed very unsure, very timid. He didn’t sit proudly whilst he was at the Shelter he was always hunched and barely knew his own name. If he sat for a treat…. well that was a fluke, he was actually 7 months old when I rescued him and it seemed as though he’d never had any basic training.
Now what you need to keep in mind when you rescue a dog is that you will probably never know their history, you can’t guarantee they came from a happy home. What I was told about Tag was that he was the runt of the litter, (well, he towers over every other Collie we meet so that’s never held him back), and that he was sold to a couple who were in their mid-80s with his sister. They felt he was aggressive towards his sister so got him neutered at 4 months old, yes 4 months old!!! He wouldn’t have even finished puberty at that age, in fact he probably would have barely started it. They said he was still too aggressive towards his sister and decided to get him put down. Luckily a family member took him from them and said he would give him a home, after only a few weeks he had also given up on him, (I would like to add that this family member was also around 80), and so Tag found himself living in a kennel, outside, with limited interaction with other dogs or with people at a Shelter.
Now having heard all of this I think you can imagine the thoughts going through my head, ‘I just met him, he’s not aggressive’, ‘idiots! puppy’s learn from play fighting with their siblings’, ‘what an irresponsible breeder’.
Now, it is at this point I am more than happy to admit that I was incredibly naive. If you are going to get a rescue dog be prepared to be patient, be understanding, and please don’t give up.
It became apparent VERY quickly that Tag had issues with Resource Guarding. There are lots of websites out there who can tell you more about this and I will post a separate blog on the work we did to overcome this. To Tag, everything was treasure and he would do everything to keep you away from it, growling, snapping and lunging. I’m not over-exaggerating when I say everything was treasure either, if it could fit in his mouth it was his. The list is endless but he would claim tissues, socks, the TV remote, baubles from the Christmas Tree, even Mobile Phones. My sister had a huge shock when she dog-sat for me one evening early on and he slyly stole her phone and then raced out into the garden with it, in the pitch black and rain. As you can imagine she was pretty keen for it to not be outside and to get it back however he was even more keen to make sure she didn’t get it back. Rest assured, although she had a shock with his growling and lunging she did get it back and he didn’t actually hurt her but he did his best ‘I’m scary’ behaviour to put her off. I can’t say that she’s ever been keen to dog sit for me since.
Tag would even walk around the house with his food bowl in his mouth, his EMPTY food bowl! If his food bowl was in the room you couldn’t even get through the doorway at times, because he would be there keeping you as far away from the bowl as he could. Being stroked also wasn’t high on his list of things he enjoyed, in fact more than 2 strokes was too much for him. He seemed to absolutely hate human interaction. I think the bath on the first night he just went along with because he was so overwhelmed by everything he wasn’t processing it all.
I found all of this difficult to deal with – he wasn’t that dream dog I wanted, the one who would cuddle up with me on the sofa and on at least 1 occasion I contemplated putting him in the car and taking him back. What stopped me? Knowing he’d had a tough start, knowing he was young, and knowing he would probably end up being put down and he didn’t deserve that.
Remember – be patient, be understanding and don’t give up!