Muttley's Tale (Family Of Rescue Dogs Book 8) - Brian L. Porter

Muttley's Tale (Family Of Rescue Dogs Book 8) by Brian L. Porter

Book excerpt

It was May, in the year 2010, and Juliet and I, together with my two stepdaughters, Rebecca and Victoria, were spending some time at our local animal sanctuary. For some reason, Juliet had decided she’d like to find a staffy puppy. We had our Sheba of course, who we’d rescued from near-death a couple of years earlier, but Juliet thought bringing up a puppy would be quite rewarding so, there we were. We’d visited a few sanctuaries and rescue shelters since she’d first mentioned her idea, but none of them had any puppies. They had plenty of older dogs, but Juliet was determined it had to be a puppy!

This particular day, we arrived at the sanctuary and much to our surprise and delight, on inquiring, we were delighted to be informed that, yes, they did in fact have two staffy puppies available for adoption. Apparently, they’d recently received a litter of five unwanted puppies, three of which had already been adopted. They had one male and one female left, but they pointed out that they weren’t exactly new-born pups but were in fact approaching six months old. For some reason, the last two just hadn’t attracted any interest from families wanting an ‘older’ pup. They did however have a lady who was interested in adopting the male dog.

We decided to take a look at the two puppies, with Juliet feeling excited that at last, her search could be over. One of the sanctuary’s volunteers led us to the pen where the two puppies were located. When we looked at them, we saw two beautiful brindle Staffordshire bull terriers. Due to their age, they were obviously not little, tiny puppies, and I wondered if that might put Juliet off. Both dogs bounded up to see us and their tails wagged furiously. We did notice that their heads were shaped a little different to Sheba, our other Staffy, having a ‘squarer’ appearance, but not in any way off-putting. We spent a while with them, and Juliet decided she’d like to have the boy dog. The manageress of the sanctuary repeated to us that they had a disabled lady who used a disability scooter to get around, who’d expressed an interest in the boy, but as I now pointed out, a male staffy could be quite strong and would probably require a lot more exercise than the old lady would be able to give him, and when fully grown, could be highly likely to pull the poor old lady over, and much to my delight the manageress agreed.

“Does that mean we can have him?” Juliet asked, expectantly, and I nodded, and in a few minutes, we’d made arrangements to adopt the young brindle boy. The girls were obviously delighted and excited at the prospect of welcoming a new puppy to our home and could barely contain themselves. We would need a day or two to obtain all the usual accoutrements for bringing a new dog into the home, bed, collar and lead, toys etc, so we arranged to collect him two days later, much to the children’s disappointment.

“How about a name?” asked the manageress of the sanctuary.

“Oh, we haven’t thought about that,” Juliet replied.

“I know what we can call him,” I said, with a slight grin, following a moment’s inspiration.

“Go on, then, what?” Juliet asked.

My reply took her by surprise.

“Don’t ask me why, but somehow, he reminds me of Dick Dastardly’s dog in the old Whacky Races cartoons. Why don’t we call him Muttley?”

I fully expected Juliet to argue and come up with some ideas of her own, but she was in such a good mood, having at last found her staffy pup, that she instantly accepted my suggestion. With the pup now having a name, we were able to complete all the necessary adoption paperwork, and I arranged to pick up our new pup the following day, after the manageress of the sanctuary agreed to rush the paperwork through for us.

We left the sanctuary after calling to see our new puppy once more and set off into town to buy all the things he’d need when he arrived in our home.

Once we arrived in town, we spent the next hour or so visiting various pet stores, gradually obtaining everything we needed to make our new pup feel welcome once he arrived at his new home. Arriving home, we unpacked our purchases, trying to keep things like the new dog bed and toys hidden from our other dogs but I’m sure the rest of our dogs knew something was going on. Did they know what we were talking about when we sat discussing what we’d do once we brought the new puppy home?

For the rest of that day, our home was filled with an air of expectancy. The girls were full of questions that Juliet and I did our best to answer. Most importantly, they wanted to know how soon they could take Muttley for walks. We explained the need for him to have his vaccinations and be microchipped before he’d be allowed to go for walks in public, and the girls gradually calmed down, and we managed to get through the rest of the day, and our regular dog walks, without too much disruption.

We slept surprisingly well that night and were up bright and early the following morning. We stuck to our normal routine, bathroom, breakfast, and having got the girls off to school, Juliet and I walked the dogs, and then, after we’d enjoyed a coffee, (tea for Juliet), we readied ourselves for the fifteen-mile journey to the sanctuary. It was time to bring Muttley home.

On arrival at the sanctuary, we reported to the office, where we were greeted as always with smiles and words of welcome. Before they brought Muttley to us, we completed the last of the required paperwork and were given Muttley’s adoption certificate, and a tag to attach to his collar stating that he had been microchipped. These final stages of the adoption procedure probably took no more than ten minutes but seemed to last a lot longer to Juliet and me. Finally, I handed over the required adoption fee and that was it, Muttley was officially ours.

A minute later, the door to the office opened, and one of the staff walked in with Muttley on a rope lead. Seeing us, he immediately became excited. Did he remember us? The young lady could barely hold him back as he literally dragged her across the office in his excitement. He either did remember us, or he was generally excited to be out of his pen, where he’d lived almost all his life to that date. Before anyone could stop him, the mad pup had leapt up on to Juliet’s lap, his tail wagging furiously, and laughing, she made a big fuss of the little fella, who was clearly so excited as this was obviously not part of his normal routine. Juliet and I have always believed that rescue dogs seem to know when they’re being adopted and on their way to a new home. Muttley’s behaviour certainly did nothing to dispel that belief. We were sure he knew he was being adopted.