20/08/2023
Sorry I haven't posted in a while. My new name is Cujo, I come from Romania where I roamed the streets, not having a home, looking for my next meal, drinking from puddles and looking for somewhere to sleep. Well, that was my past. I was captured and sent to a kill shelter but was rescued and sent to the UK, new country and language. I had to learn the basics fast. I ended up at Just For Dogs, Brailsford, nr Ashbourne where my Dad found me and took me to his house and a new life. My second anniversary of being adopted was this Tuesday.
How my life has changed, going from roaming the streets and scavenging to having a roof over my head, a very comfy sofa and carpet, water and food always available. It has taken some getting used to but much better than back home where I faced certain death as I along with the other street dogs were considered vermin.
It took some getting used to but I love being attached to a lead on walks and runs, more often than not, I am allowed to run free and always come back to my name plus I get to have a treat (always worth returning to Dad).
I actually own our house, Dad just pays the bills, the sofa is mine and anyone visiting has to pass my test. This week to celebrate two years of me living with my Dad we went on runs with Derwent Runners and Derby Outdoor Fitness who have warmly welcomed me as an honorary member.
Me and my Dad always go on long walks and runs, sometimes we sleep in a tent and go hiking up really big mountains or very long walks (my favourite thing). We even go to pubs, my/our favourites when home are The Flowerpot, Five Lamps, Smithfield and Little Chester Ale House, I get treats, sometimes beer in my water (sacrilege) and pork scratchings plus lots of attention. Dad is often very jealous of me because women always want to make a fuss of me, I love women. Dad says that he does too but never gets a chance to get a phone number or email address because the ladies just want to meet me.
I really love my new life as of the last two years and hope for many more with my Dad, his/our family and many friends.
Oh, apparently, according to Dad I am particularly good at stealing the show whenever bands play beer gardens and gate crashing hen nights and student reunions by photo bombing group photos and then becoming the centre of attention.