Princess Rumex Acetosa otherwise now Sorrel

The rescue center

Two weeks ago I drove through our end of the Aveyron, through a bit of the Tarn et Garonne and entered into the Lot, new territory for me. I had a meeting to see a lady, well two actually about a dog. Reading this blog I fell for a young girl of two years. Sue who runs pawpoors works with a French lady who has this blog who rescues dogs (and cats).

After a few emails of enquiring and thinking hard if it was the right thing to do off I popped to met a furry friend in need taking Franklin along to see what he thought (he wasn't any help and more interested in chasing cats and sniffing everything, including said dog and then ignored her, at least he didn't attack her)

Now the emails said she had been abused, abandoned and taken in to a local towns dog pound where she spent time before being rescued by Danielle, the french lady. Danielle had worked her best trying to gain (and had) her confidence but I didn't realise how timid and scared she was. I couldn't stroke her without her flinching, her tail between her legs as we went for a walk, which she found difficult and was very wary but I had fallen for her. We left after a few hours spent chatting, seeing a few of the other rescue dogs including a litter of chocolate brown Labradors saved from a puppy farm but not for me, a doberman defiantly not for me and a fauve de bretange cross, who was lovely but being a male and very livel yalso not for me (or our other dogs and cat). I didn't see any of the other dogs as there may of been a divorce on the cards if I brought them all home.

Inja in her rescue home, French rescue homes are not the same as English ones on the tellie

So of course I said I would adopt Inja as she was called and the following Saturday drove to pick her up after she had been sterilised the day before. Throwing up 10 minutes down the road (twice) we got home to meet Tyser on the road, being a neutral place which went down well, a quick sniff and he ignored her too. 

So it had now been a week since she arrived. The first night I put her in the hall to sleep, just in case the mix was not right. Nobody got a lot of sleep as she wouldn't settle, just like having a baby or new pup, which you do forget about but soon remember when a nights lack of sleep hits you the next day.
Being a young girl, around 18 months she is very quiet during the day but wants to interact with Franklin and Tyser, who being old men now don't want a youngster jumping up at them. They give a growl and snap, usually once during the night and of an morning, we are all awake very early at the moment with Tyser escaping in the outside and Franklin to his spot on the settee in the lounge, leaving Sorrel to whimpering in the kitchen.

Now happy to sit on my lap

She has attached herself to me, will not have anything to do with farmer J, actively leaving where ever he is to get to her bed and can not yet deal with strangers coming. Obviously not having any exposure to the outside world EVERYTHING is so scary. We have had to deal with being in a house, the vacuum cleaner, men talking loudly, and just standing at the end of the road, cars a cement mixer, digger and two other dogs so far. It's going to take a little while getting over our nervousness and fears but hopefully we will get there (with a lie in one day).

Now called Sorrel