‘sup?
This morning.
Nobody wants them.
They don’t seem to care.
Ashbourne Road, Finglas, Dublin 11.
Dogs Trust writes:
As Valentine’s Day approaches,we are appealing for a home for its ‘cutest couple’, who have collectively spent 35 months in their care.
Collie crossbreeds, two-year-old Finn and one-year-old Willow, affectionately called ‘Fillow‘ by staff, arrived at the charity separately but quickly became the best of friends.
Both dogs have had difficult starts in life. At just two weeks old, Willow and her siblings were abandoned in a bucket, but thankfully a kind passer-by took them to Dogs Trust where they were hand reared by staff.
Willow can be quite worried by noises and unfamiliar people, but Finn helps give her the confidence she needs to be a happy and trusting lady. Similarly for Finn, he is a sensitive soul who finds comfort with his ‘girlfriend’ Willow. Their unbreakable bond helps them both overcome their fears.
Despite the charity’s best efforts to get the adorable duo noticed on social media with their adorable antics, the pair remain overlooked.
Anyone?
Pics by Fran Veale
oh my beating heart, I really wish I could take them, I hope they find their forever home
They’d make great working dogs or companions for some outdoorsy type of person.
that’s the thing; i’d have them in a heartbeat if i had a half-acre for them to run around on.
yup these dogs can cover a lot of ground a day and need it, a bored Collie is no one’s friend, my Grandad always had them on the farm, amazing dogs for a very active person.
I actually fell out with a friend recently because she asked me to recommend a dog for her family, three kids, a job, small garden, despite me offering lots of better fits and all my dire warnings she now has a Collie …and it’s really hard not to say I told you so.
That’s awful. How could someone be so irresponsible?
Little lady wants a Collie more than any other dog, and realistically it’s probably one of the few dogs we can’t consider, because of their needs.
Milly I sent her videos of them at dog shows and everything, I guess she genuinely thought she’d have more time
I think the majority of people just don’t get what’s involved in having a dog as a pet. The responsibility is huge, they adore you and are completely dependent on you.
I see it with Jackie’s all the time just because they are small, bit they are a real working fog and need ton es of exercise and an experienced handler, otherwise they are over weight, bad tempered, bored, bent on destruction and get a bad rap, when they are amazing dogs in the right hands.
When I move west I’ll need a younger running fog, I’ll be straight into dogs trust.
* working dog goddamit
ha just realized that describes me
@Janet: my neighbour, who has a Jackie, had to stay away for a family birthday party. She fed her little one before leaving, and left plenty of water and the back door cracked to allow her out in case she had to pee. I was asked to close the door after a certain time.
When I came in, no sign of the little one for a moment, so I went to the back door to check, when I was struck by her giving a little leap against the back of my legs. I reckon she was asleep upstairs. So I locked the door and drew the curtains, and she barked at me, turned and ran away.
I came out and there she was at the top of the stairs looking down. She barked again then ran into one of the bedrooms. So up I went, and she was on the bed, stretched out. She just wanted a pet before bedtime. I thought it was so sweet!
ah, they have such big personalities and don’t mind telling ya, that’s lovely
Yep, definitely need loads of land. I watched The Dog House where a woman who was lonely in her flat but had her dream job in a big country stables. She was matched with a lively affectionate collie who came to work with her and ran around all day and tried to play with the horses. Lovely stuff
I had a German Shepard, long legged Jack and an English Pointer, plus two kids and a man thing in an apartment, you can do it but those dogs came everywhere with me including to work AND had a proper long run including cardio run every day, swimming too weather permitting.
Great pics, esp pic 3!, well done Dogs Trust , I hope these two messers stay together, wonderful dogs collie cross’.
I hope that fillow find a great forever home soon.
Adorable. They look so happy. Puppies?
Or are they, like so many 30 something’s, ‘waiting for a home’?
Grown ups!
When I was young, we had a collie cross (with a cocker spaniel, so totally daft, but clever for all that) named Finn. He looked very like the black and white above (Fillow?) but was brown, not black. Sadly he died when struck by a car as we returned from a swim in the Liffey in our town. He had no regard for traffic.
When in Nairobi, Little Slightly’s Mom and I got two pups: Rhodesian razorbacks crossed with black lab. Beautiful dogs, but the owner, a purebred breeder, was giving them away to good homes, after their mother (the lab) ‘got frisky’ one day.
We, well I, called the male Finn, and Little’s Mom called the other Ella. They trained perfectly, and all by reinforcement of a good job, never by stricter measures. Even when food was being put down for them, they would sit and wait until allowed to eat. This was trained into them as they would jump up and occasionally accidentally knock the bowls from our hands. We never made them wait once they learned to wait – once the bowl was down they could eat.
Sadly we had to give them away to friends when we left. Ireland would have had quarantine, and the US would not allow their entry as a controlled breed (the Rhodesian razorback element). So some good friends, a couple I worked with took them off our hands.
When I returned for a visit as I went through a few years later, they still remembered me, but they had just changed Finn’s name to Paddy, as they were told by their trainer that dogs cannot understand single syllable names. While there, the neighbour’s dog started barking madly at ‘Paddy’ who started running over to engage through the fence, barking back. My friend kept shouting “Paddy, heel. Paddy stop” to no avail.
I let out a roar “Finn, down!” and the dog stopped, and dropped and tunred to look at me. By now the neighbour had his own dog under control. I had to smirk and my friend and ask “So. they don’t understand single syllable names, eh?”