2018 Non-Golden Successes – Irish Retriever Rescue

Barclay Lindsay

Update June 2020 Barclay’s mum, Karen says, “Barclay (or Barclay Bear as he’s often known!) adopted us on the 3rd

Scooter

May 2018 Scooter’s fosterer tells us: Scooter is 24 Kg in weight. He is a Labrador Retriever (possibly Collie) Cross.

Alfie

Pinki is a mid golden coloured, castrated, 7yr old, Golden Retriever Cross. UPDATE ON PINKI’S PROGRESS (20.7.2018) To continue Pinki’s

Sanson

MAY 2018 Pady and Sanson are the luckiest boys – their fosterer, Hayley, has fallen in love with them and

Pady

MAY 2018 Pady and Sanson are the luckiest boys – their fosterer, Hayley, has fallen in love with them and

Maybee Dagger

A MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN (APRIL 2018) We are sure Ellie and Connie both had a paw in Maybee and Val finding

Leo Short

LEO IS OUR WONDERFUL BOY (21.6.2019) Sue says “Leo is a very loving dog who fits in really well with

Bree

A DREAM HOME FOR BREE Lady has a new home and a wonderful new name of Bree. She has settled

Kim Sparrow

WINNER OF THE BELINDA McAVOY MEMORIAL AWARD At the 2019 Irish Retriever Rescue Annual Reunion, held on Saturday, 31st August,

Tootsie Parks

IT CAME AS NO SURPRISE TO ANYONE (NOVEMBER 2018) It came as no surprise when Marion told us she and

Lottie

WONDERFUL NEWS FROM THEIR FOREVER HOME (JUNE 2018) Their forever Mum, Astrid, told us “We have had a lovely week with

Ana

WONDERFUL NEWS FROM THEIR FOREVER HOME (JUNE 2018) Their forever Mum, Astrid, told us “We have had a lovely week with

Barnaby

Barnaby is a very handsome 2yr old, yellow, castrated male Labrador. He has received all the necessary inoculations and veterinary

Roxy

A PERSONAL LETTER MADE ALL THE DIFFERENCE Roxy and Bailey are the best of friends. They have lived together in

NOT PERFECT

I know I’m not pretty and may not be cute
But still I can’t figure why I got the boot
My legs are too long and my ears are too big
They say I am mental for dancing a jig

Spinning and spinning, my heads in a twirl
They need someone special to give me a whirl.
Barking at shadows that dance on the wall
Who’s gonna want pooh and pee in their hall?

People want perfect and that is not me
Never been on a lead just a rope by a tree
Never lived in a house, never lived with a dog
No wonder my brains in a permanent fog.

Enter a fosterer, understanding and kind.
She’s totally brillo at reading my mind.
“The others will help you to learn how to settle
Go mix with the pack whilst I stick on the kettle”

Never a panic, all things in her stride
I learn to adapt and it fills her with pride
No bad dogs here only those keen to learn
Then one day, the real home for which I still yearn

With the help of the pack, I soon became clean
We do as we’re told here but nobody’s mean.
I learnt how to share and I learnt how to play
How to sit and lay down, when to come, when to stay

How to walk on a lead and be very polite.
Barking is out now and good dogs don’t bite
Boot camp? I don’t think!! I’ve loved every second.
But, it’s time to go now as my new Mum has beckoned

A perfect home. Is it really for me?
I’m supressing my urge to do one spin with glee
A new brother and sister, one Goldie, one Collie
And such lovely humans, both seem kindly and jolly

I’ll have acres of space and a wonderful life
With my new doggy mates and my man and his wife
My fosterer stands with a tear in her eye
She knows her job’s done as I wave her “goodbye”

Poem by Jeff Shepherd

Happy Endings