Thursday, 2 May 2013
Ruby is a rescue dog, but I always say that she rescued us, and I know this sounds terribly corny but it really is true. When we got her it was a really crazy time to be taking on a dog. We were absolutely broke, going around the supermarket with a calculator counting every single penny of our spending and sticking to punitive budgets. We really couldn't afford the extra insurance money or cost of food, but in true Krupski style we did it anyway. Equally, we were all majorly stressed out, my business was in free fall, David was suffering more from his depression, Elliot was having a terrible time at school and Issy was working very hard, knowing that her days at her lovely private school may be numbered.
Ruby did come cheap though, normally at Battersea you have to pay £100 for a rescue but she was in such a terrible state that she was a giveaway. She was covered in skin rash, had terrible kennel cough, was psychologically scarred from being on the streets, and in all probability from being beaten (she cowered when we went to stroke her at first), was skin and bone (all her ribs on show) and limping from a horrible case of luxating patella which caused one of her legs to dislocate over and over. They told us at Battersea that we would have to cope with a lot of aftercare and many trips backwards and forwards from the rescue centre until she was better. So why the hell did we take her on, especially when we had never had a dog before? Well it was simple really - when they introduced her to us the first thing she did was go over and sit on David's feet, and that was it.
Yes we have done a lot for a badly treated rescue dog but Ruby has helped me through terrible times of stress and anxiety. Going for a walk every morning, whatever the weather, with an animal that will love you whatever you feel like, however angry you are, however dark you feel is incredibly healing and I am truly grateful to her for that. I love the way she cuddles up to David when he's feeling annoyed and helps melt his heart and calms him down, I love the way she plays madly with Elliot, chasing him around the house and licking him to death on the floor, and the way she keeps Issy company when she's studying at home. She just seems to know what we all need at any given moment.
I know I will never get a puppy and will always go to a rescue centre to get a dog. Once you have experienced seeing kennel after kennel of sad or upset dogs (particularly staffies) it is hard to understand why you would want to encourage further breeding. Don't get me wrong, many of my dog walking friends have raised their lovely dogs from puppies and I don't think they have done anything wrong but I just think there are so many dogs who need homes (many of which are destroyed each year) that I couldn't personally justify raising a puppy. And if I'm honest I couldn't go through the whole, dog training, chewing, feeding every four hours thing - way too much like having a baby again.
So in the spirit of this blog which is about celebrating the free, meaningful and simple you can't do much better than a rescue dog. If you do I hope you find one as beautiful, loving and kind as our lovely Ruby.
Posted by Louise Krupski