Yes, Sadie has been with us for six whole months. We bought her — well, technically them — a dragon and a unicorn soft toy, which felt very fitting, given that finding the perfect adopters can sometimes feel like searching for dragons and unicorns (as I've said I do believe in them). Naturally Sammy immediately decided both toys were his personal property and made a determined escape with the unicorn, which was nearly as big as he was. Watching him trot off, trying to smuggle

So, we all survived the holiday. Sadie and Jim were able to bond while I was away, which was wonderful. She still leaves the kitchen when he comes in through the back door, then comes back again, but it seems to be fear of whoever is wearing the cap. Jim wears a baseball-style cap, which Sadie does not like; obviously, it triggers some bad memory. I survived too, though having to drive in the first heatwave was not fun. Because of accidents on the motorway, we were diverted

I have also been unwell with a nasty cold this week. At first, my sneezing and coughing frightened Sadie, and she would dash off to her guzunder (did you look it up?). Gradually, though, her recovery time grew shorter. Then she began stopping only at the doorway, and now she often stays put, responding with little more than an offended look and an ear flick while remaining on the sofa or the pouffe, like a tiny judge passing sentence. Speaking of her ears, they were mostly f

Week 11. The Big Mistake We had been ‘practicing’ popping a harness on Sadie; she was never happy about it but was accepting and rather than run away she would cuddle into me for reassurance and even fell asleep next to me on occasion. It was only on for very short times. So, one day I thought we need to move forward with this. I popped a light lead on; with cheese in my hand I got up and tried to encourage her to come with me; total panic, she shot away from me with me on

Week 6 By week 6 Sadie started to follow Nellie into the yard and sometimes into the garden which was a big thing for Sadie, but if I appeared, it was back in the house, creeping past me, then running. This only happened early mornings before neighbours and car noises were heard, ( we live in a very quiet village) still it was a bit of a move forward. They dug🪏 lovely holes in the garden together (thank you! not). The only problem was as the weeks went on Nellie was learn

Before we decided to foster Missy, we had offered to foster Nellie from Carmen at Angels for Animals, Birda Romania, a wonderful rescue. Nellie arrived like a whirlwind (like a bat out of hell,actually) at seven or eight months old, full of fun and boundless energy. She ate ravenously and chewed on anything unsecured. Nellie was afraid of hands, especially when they were raised or we were reaching for something us, with lots of treats, reassurance and love she was soon fine,

We decided to make Sadie a suitable safe cave as she was so scared of everything. Dusting off a large crate ( well cobwebbing and washing) and taking off the door, I filled it with cozy, comfy bedding and placed a blanket over the top, leaving the tiny house there with Sadie in it for now. Sadie moved between both places for a few days before we removed the tiny house; it, at times, moved with her, so tight it was around her (which although a funny site was also quite sad) Sa