Friday, 30 August 2019

Guest Speaker: Speckles- Let me introduce myself.

Hi Everyone,

I'm feeling truly honoured to be here with you all today. It's my mum's blog, but I kind of convinced her to let me help.

For those of you who do not already know, I was adopted by my mum and because she is a Social Worker, I knew I could help by sharing my story too.

My mum says that she wants me to have the best-est ever life. My adoptive sisters, Lulu and Cilla, ask me what "the best-est ever life" looks like and I say, "well, to have all the Jumbone's in the world"......... mum said no! 😏

When mum comes home from work, sometimes she is sad that she couldn't help one of the children she works with better. Sometimes she rants for ages and all I can think about is those tasty juicy Jumbone's.

Mum talks about children in Foster care. I don't really know what that means, but sometimes she says "adoption" and I think of me, because I was adopted too. I lived in lots of homes before coming here and sometimes when mum is talking about her children, I feel like I can relate to them because of what I went through too.

Whether your a child, a dog, duck, rabbit, hamster, horse, ant or social worker like my mum, there are people out there who love you and so, I want to share my story to help and inspire others.

My Story

I don't know very much about my early life. I'm Irish, and 5 years old. I have dark eyes and floppy ears that sometimes, I try to make stand up straight. I have some funny markings which make me look speckled, hence my name.

I guess I had brothers and sisters and I must of had a mum and dad at some point but I didn't live with them for too long. Us dogs are a little different to humans, we leave our parents much earlier and begin our big adventures in the world. Some of us go on to be police dogs to help fight crime, some of us support and look after the blind, some of us are just really good companions and love to snuggle on the sofa next to our favourite people and watch TV. Some of us though, end up on the streets, forgotten, mistreated and left to survive alone- that's what happened to me.

My adoptive mum doesn't know for sure what happened to me. She thinks I may have been trained as a guard dog because I am very good at protecting the house and she didn't need to teach me this trick. Mum wonders if I was too much of a nice dog and that wasn't really what my previous family wanted and so that's why they threw me out.

Man, I remember it well. It was cold and wet outside and I was so scared. I didn't even have my coat. I missed my bed and my friends and my family and I didn't know what was going to happen to me.

I was on the streets in Ireland for a while. I don't know how long exactly but, gosh it felt like forever. People used to walk straight past me, like I was invisible. Sometimes they would throw things at me, shout at me or chase me. I was always so scared and I stopped trusting people. I would hide anywhere I could just to get away. My belly hurt because I was hungry and my feet were sore from walking so much from place to place. When it rained, the water would sting my eyes so bad I could hardly see where I was going.

One day, A lady with a long stick was looking for me. She wanted to take me to the Pound. Mum said that the pound is a bit like a children's home, only it's for dogs and not children.

The pound was very busy and very noisy. I had a bedroom which I had to share with another dog. I don't even remember their name. I was just so scared all the time and I would hide in the corner. When the lady with the stick came in each day, I tried to lay on the floor as small as I could and stay so so so still, hoping she would not see me and come near me. Sometimes, I felt so scared I would get really cold and start to shiver and no matter what, I couldn't stop my body from shaking.

One day, the Lady with the stick came into my room and said I was going to a different pound called "Dogs Trust". My mum said this was in Essex, England and showed me a map of how far I had travelled from Ireland. I was with lots of other dogs and it was at Dogs Trust that I was given the name Speckles. They also gave me a birthday- 10th March.

The humans at Dogs Trust were very nice to me. They took me for long walks in the sun, gave me toys and a cosy bed and blanket and the food was delicious. Despite this, I Couldn't bring myself to trust them in case they gave up on me too. They told me that they were looking for a family for me. They put my picture online and waited...... (This was my Dogs Trust mugshot to get me a family)

.......and waited is what I did. There was a special Dog Doctor at Dogs Trust who wanted to help me feel better about life. To make it a little less scary and to help me cope. The Doctor gave me a medicine called Fluoxetine. I still take this now.

During my time at Dogs Trust, four families came to see me, but when they saw how scared I was, they left. I was too broken for them. That made me feel even worse because I was so desperate to have a family. I had lots of selling points, like did you know that I was potty trained? well I am and I promised not to make a mess in the house. I am good at chasing birds so they wouldn't eat your grass seeds and I am good at being quiet. Despite this, the families came and went.

After nine months at Dogs Trust, that's when my mum came and found me. This is the good part of my story because my best-est ever memory was when she brought me chicken and laid down on the floor near me so I wouldn't be so scared. I will look for the photos to show you what I mean but for now, I am calling it a day- afternoon nap time 🐢🐢, plus my mum wants to look on amazon, I sure do hope shes ordering my favourite Jumbone's.

For my next post, I will show you the pictures of me meeting mum for the first time, and tell you all about the meetings- all 22 of them.............

Until next time...

Love Speckles xxx

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