LIFE TIME foster Homes Needed for BRANSTON
Bryson was dumped in the pound. Nobody wanted him, but he didn't deserve to be left there.
Rain Rescue volunteers couldn't leave him, and so he came home with us.
Long Term Foster home is needed for Bryson now called Branston
I have been fostering Bryson for a few days. This was today:
I opened the kitchen door to find Bryson clambering out of his basket to say good morning to me, with wagging tail and big smiley face. I let him out into the back garden (he knows exactly what for!) and then gave him his breakfast, which he polished-off and thanked me for with more wagging and smiles.
He then watched me doing the washing-up from his favourite sunny patch on the kitchen mat. (This dog likes to be comfortable!) After that we played 'tug' with his chew-rope with a lot of pretend growling, and I went upstairs to get on with finishing a pile of reports, which it is easy for me to concentrate on because Bryson prefers to stay downstairs most of the time, only popping upstairs occasionally to say hello.
In the afternoon I put on his lead, told him firmly to walk slowly (this had to be repeated a few times!) and we walked into the centre of town. I tied him up outside Holland and Barrett where the shop-assistants hovered by the door to wave at him (he's a handsome chap.) From there we hurried through the rushing crowds (some with dogs which Bryson largely ignored) past a screeching JCB (also ignored) to Midland Station where we both waited politely in the queue for tickets. After that onto the bus to Unstone for my Committee-meeting. It seems that Bryson looks upon bus-journeys as an opportunity to greet strangers and turn them into friend's. When not 'breaking the ice' he climbed heavily onto my knee (he doesn't seem to know that Staffies aren't lap-dogs!) and looked out of the window. Getting myself (I've got dodgy knees) a large shopping-trolley full of meeting-notes and compact-but-very-strong dog
off the bus was a bit of a performance, but none of Bryson's new bus-friends seemed to mind waiting while we managed it.
At the committee meeting Bryson was benign geniality personified, welcoming us all and smiling pointedly at the Garibaldi biscuits. He surprised us all by ignoring the resident cat. During the tea-break we discussed what sort of life Bryson might have had before he was abandoned. We all agreed that he had been taught good manners, that he was used to being with large numbers of people, and that the name 'Winston' would suit him very well (apart from the smiling.) As the meeting resumed and began to drag on a bit Bryson started to give me imploring looks that said 'are we ever going home?' which I think was how we all felt. We were given a lift home in a smart car, which Bryson managed superbly by sitting in dignified silence in the back, as befits an elder statesman. (He's actually about seven.)
At home we both flopped on the big blanket on the sofa and watched mindless telly. Bryson finished-off my apple and muttered to himself, which I think is a dog version of purring. I let him out into the back garden (no messing about!) and told him 'bedtime for dogs.' Bryson reluctantly climbed into his basket and I closed the kitchen door.
 
 
This boy is a true gentleman - he asks for so little and yet gives so much.
He is a real character, and so funny and loving - how on earth could he end up unwanted and unloved.
He gets on with other dogs - but would be most suited re homed as either an only dog - or with an older female.
 
Bryson is in Rotherham, South Yorkshire. Home Checks will be required and we will want to stay in touch to keep with updates. Please don't leave them waiting too long. 07946618011
ALL VET FEES WILL BE PAID FOR BY RAIN RESCUE FOR THIS DOG - donations towards this will be greatly appreciated
Thank you
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