excellent news.
I'm currently quite anxious about a staffy (Kate) that i used to look after a lot,
(see
http://www.moparuk.com/forums/viewtopic ... &start=345)
The guy works all day and leaves her in a crate in his flat which has no heating, and she has no access to water until he gets back home then the only excercise she gets is walking down the stairs, ouside for a poo, then back in. This is not doing her heath or temperament much good , but the guys new girlfriend (who also works full time) has taken a dislike to me saying the dog is none of my business (despite me helping raise her from a pup since the guy had no time for her).
Its so frustrating becuase I constantly offer to come and pick her up, let her play here all day with my dog, which they both absolutely love doing, yet he'd rather let his dog suffer rather than take me up on my offer of having her here maybe even just one day a week, because he doesn't want to cause arguments with this psycho girlfriend, who has become posessive of not only the guy, but his flat, and his dog it seems. She'd rather see the dog stuck in the crate the whole time rather than having a life. Things got so bad the other day after repeated refusal over 9 days for me to even check in on the animal for 2 minutes, that I ended up staying up all night (couldn't sleep) so that i could wait outside their door and see the dog when she was taken out for her morning poo by the evil girlfriend. I was so wound up yet still managed to politely ask if I could see her just for a minute. The dog was going bananas trying to get to me knowing what fun spending the day with Will and Tara is. I was told to F off, so I bent down, unclipped her from the lead and legged it back to my car. I just didn't care of the consequences, I wanted that dog to have one freaking day out of that place. She threw up in the car and she was covered in her own diahreaa. She looked thin and ill so I took her straight to the vets for an opinion and to get weighed. You could see her ribs.
I took her back to mine and she had a big bowl of decent dog food (not the cheapo biscuits they feed her on once a day) and a shower.
She was so happy to be there and really perked up and played with Tara the whole day. The guy rang me and told me if i didnt give her back the girlfriend would call the cops. I said fine, go for it!
Cops never came, they were not called. Guy turns up later and argues with me for an hour and eventually I hand her back. This was 3 weeks ago and they have not let her come here since depsite me trying to talk sense into them. the guy has let me see the dog twice by meeting me for 20 minutes somewhere , without his girlfriend knowing. Grrrrrrrrr.
Im worried I might do something drastic if things don't improve for that little dog.
