Grey day

The equine flu is starting to make a difference up here now. A couple of people who had asked to rehome horses from the Trust have decided they will look elsewhere as we are unable to give them a date to release the horses to them. Bad news for us actually as we are very full and are having to take another animal in. It is a pastoral care case as opposed to neglect or abuse. A worthy case and within our criteria however we had hoped to wait until the flu had passed through. The owner can wait no longer now and the animal will have to come in. That will make thirty three on site, really three too many for us but there is no help for it at the moment. Hopefully we will be able to move some animals soon.



At the moment it is raining. A nice gentle pitter patter type rain that is good for the garden and the grass in the paddocks if a pain in the bum for me because it will also mean the grass in the back garden will grow another foot over night.



I took the dogs out for their run and of course they got soaked. Did I not tell you all that I have four dogs? I know i mentioned Merlin but he is but one of my quartet. Altogether I have three greyhounds, Merlin, Lucy and Jack; all rescued in some way or other. Merlin was found tied to the bumper of a car in Ipswich, Lucy was a non-chaser from the dog track at Great Yarmouth and Jack was auctioned off from the dog track at Swansea and found his way here through a local greyhound rescue. Being greyhounds they don't care too much for rain. Lucy isn't keen to be dried off, Jack likes a rough go over with a towel and I am afraid Merlin prefers the hair drier. I don't pamper my pets much.



Our latest addition was Sky, a sheepdog who has absolutely no idea that she is supposed to help round the sheep up and not sit in the centre of them wagging her tail at me. She came to us last year when Adrian took a pony to a new home and sort of brought her back with him. She is a real favourite with visitors, particularly people with learning difficulties who find that dogs aren't as bad as they have been led to believe and prefer to have their tummies tickled rather than bite off the hand that is doing the tickling. As she is a long coated sheepdog, Sky doesn't feel the rain through the three or so coats she is wearing and just has a good shake when she comes into the kitchen. Gee thanks Sky.