Handsome lurcher Finn arrived with us from the pound suffering with a cruciate problem which needed veterinary intervention. Due to his injury, he went into foster with some volunteers and we issued an appeal on Facebook to raise funds for his surgery. Thanks to our supporters generosity his surgery was successful and his wonderful foster parents nursed him through his recovery and rehabilitation which included dealing with some challenging behaviours.
His foster family have been amazing and whilst it’s been a long journey, all that effort has been rewarded for all concerned as now they have welcomed him into the family permanently!
Here’s a letter from Finn himself…
My name is Finn. You may have seen me featured in the latest Forever Hounds Trust magazine or on the Facebook Page. I was looking very sorry for myself. That’s because I was feeling very sorry for myself. I arrived in a foster home on a Friday last January and the following Monday I was taken to a place, given a needle and when I woke up I had a shaved leg, lots of stitches and a big cone round my neck. I was very frightened but my foster couple collected me and took me home.
In my new residence there was a docile greyhound, warm beds, companionship and nice food, but I was still very anxious. I had to be kept quiet for three months with very little exercise. Bit by bit I became happier but because I was frightened, if I saw a dog or a man I didn’t know, I would try to lunge and bark to tell them to leave me alone. I wasn’t supposed to do this especially with my bad leg so I was taken for very short, quiet walks when no one was around. I think it was 5am.
I’m still not always the easiest of dogs but I am getting better. If I see a dog, I get titbits. I think this is a good idea as I think about the titbits and not the dog. Men can be frightening so we keep our distance and again I get titbits. I still lunge on times and I know I must stop doing this because I am a strong dog.
Well, I have worked my magic. Some important papers have been signed. All it needed was to cuddle up, stare adoringly at my carers, give a paw and that’s really about it. My foster mum is going to start a club and call it ‘The Failed Foster Club’ There will be lots of people walking around with a badges on display.
I am very happy and I know I am safe. I am wagging my tail a lot. I have learnt several words ‘Good boy’ ‘Wait’ ‘ Find it’ and best of all ‘Magic Cupboard’. All sorts of delicious treasures lurk inside. In the photos I am in my forever home and you can also see me at my 1-1 scenting class.
YIPPEE – now I can go wild!Finn