Teesha's Story

I was once asked "Do you have any dramatic moments with your dog"   How do you define a dramatic moment, I couldn't think of any to talk about,  yet,  I  know she has a great affect on people, my mind was a blank, but that's my mind, hers, well who knows what she thinks as she spreads her magic and this story is all about her, a very special dog.

We had just lost the youngest of our two dogs leaving us with Ailsa our 13 year old,  we had to get another dog before she left us but a puppy would be to much for the old girl to handle so it would have to be an older rescue, breed didn't matter but with a soft spot for the Rhodesian Ridgeback we started with them, because of age and less mobility I had long before decided I wanted to do therapy work with the next dog we had so all I asked for was a good temperament, boy or girl, up to 2 yrs, a few phone calls back and forth and news of a dog being returned to the breeder came to us, she the dog (not the breeder) was climbing over the fence and chasing sheep, a photo was sent and all we could see where the eyes looking into our soul, sheep or not we were hooked.  She was younger then we wanted but it took a couple of months for her to arrive so as she reached the age of 14 months we waited at the Airport for the plane  to land, we watched as the trolley whisked a couple of dog cages to the pick up area then rushed to find our new family addition, all we could do was wipe away tears as we waited for the cage to be opened, she was so very thin with full blown mastitis and vaginitis yet wriggled from head to tail in excitement as if she had known us for ever as we gently got her out for a leg stretching walk. We were in love.

The strong prey drive meant she was kept on a leash when out specially at night then on the second day with us after getting out of a pen that had over the previous 20 years safely held 1 Houdini pointer x , 1 cocker spaniel and 3 RRs  in the process  reducing our chicken flock in half we realised  there was a lot of work to do, sweet, gentle and pure love she may be but she was still a dog that needed a job.

She had been with us about a month when we decided she had enough ribs covered to take her into town, that was our first encounter with Delta therapy dogs, I knew about them but had never actually seen any of them around, she introduced herself as if she belonged and we left with brochure and phone numbers.

Five months after arriving to us she passed her Delta assessment, the eyes that first drew us in work there magic to dozens of people every week, she walks into a room were someone may be smoothing there clothes in a world of there own then they glance towards her and there face lights up, she can go into a lounge room scan a group sitting there and home in on those who need and want her, she greets all one by one very rarely going up to those who fear her and never missing anyone she has met before, she offers unconditional love, is  non-judgmental interacting easily with everyone, she is so relaxed that seeing and touching her encourages the resident to become relaxed also, she interacts without the need for words so is such a positive for people who don’t wish  to or can’t talk, she inspires conversation, laughter and fun, she allows people to reminisce about there previous life with there own pets  allowing even the shy to interact with me and others around them. 

She doesn't gush and climb all over people, just gently lays her muzzle on there knee while they pat and talk to her, she  looks into there eyes so for that fleeting moment they are the most important person in her world, she shifts the focus and attention of residents away from themselves, there pain, depression or feeling of isolation.  Her gentleness with the very frail is imposable to write about, the placing of her head under the hand of those who can’t see her well,  the concentration on her face as she studies the face of those who find it difficult to talk, the sadness in her eyes when someone has gone.


When she has said her hellos she lays down at there feet relaxed and content until we move on to the next person.  When I first started to write this I said I couldn't think of any "dramatic moments" now I realise that's because there are to many to pick from starting from the time we first saw her picture looking at us from the computer screen, though ever cautious for some reason we never questioned her suitability, we just knew she was the dog, our dog,  she came with a suitcase of  little problems some she is still unpacking but her sweet gentleness and  love shines through them all.   She will decide when she no longer wants to go visit, it's her call but for now the name TEESHA often echoes in the corridors of the homes she visits from both the residents and staff.

Teesha and Tilly

    Two working girls, resting between dutys of hugs, cuddles and strokes at the Ulverstone Rotary Day in the Park.

Angry birds last stand

Trying to restart

Its been very difficult to get this blog going again. I love to visit you all and see what you have all been up to,  its not that Teesha never gets up to anything, well not to much but it really is the dogs blog,  everything is said tongue in cheek yet…. well the dogs aren’t really writing it are they ..or well it really depends on the dogs.

Brodie was the one who started it. Ok it was his skin sis and I, but it was through the eyes of Brodie, fact is he was a clown, it was easy to project what would be his thoughts.  Ailsa put in her bit, she was miss prim, always keeping an eye out never missing a thing, then there was Burtie the overseer always there with one or the other. They were a team, one by one they left us.

Ailsa and Burtie took Teesha into the fold showed her around and helped her settle in, it was amazing to watch how they cared for each other and how gentle Teesha was as Ailsa became more frail. Burtie never fully recovered from Ailsa’s crossing but he kept to his routine of never missing morning tea and following the sun, then one day he sounded a bit chesty, the big C had got him.

Teesha loves to run and given the chance, chase,  cuddles her toys, has a preference for pinks and lime greens, she at sometime or other had her spirit broken yet is  pure gentle love that she spreads out to everyone she meets,  she doesn’t play, she has meal time problems, she never barks or makes any but the quietest  noise, shaking hands is her only trick, she has separation anxiety, she’s a little princess, not quite as easy to project as the clown.

When Burtie passed on, the mice moved in, fed by the biscuits the princess drops around the place, along came Bindie, a cat with tortatude, you can see how we decided on her name, she was a rescue at the vets were she was a rescue from a drowning, if it moves its prey, including the princess's tail, we have great fears her time is limited should the snake scarers not work. She and Teesha have come to a mutual agreement, 18 months of teaching Tesh not to chase has been undone by a cat who actually entices  her to.

We will try to keep you updated on what we are doing, not sure if anyone visits anymore but no matter, it will be a reminder of the things they do.
The Mum

Meet Bindie

She's scatty

pinching my foodies

Delta photos

front on

Some of us gots together so as we could gets some photos to make into bookmarks and magnets, its was so hot on the day and mums gots all red and burnt but I dids gets to play with my friend Sammy, I'ms not very goods at playing but we dids ends up doing chaseys.  Sammy an I have done a couple of gigs together and we only gets to sit down and be well behaved at those so it was fun to be off lead together. 

lay down

right side

left side

another left side

Kate the Collie

Domino and Storm

 They forgot to bring there bandanas so had to borrow ours. think they need feeding.

 This is best friend Sammy

Me and Sammy

Telling jokes to pass time

Storm the whippet

Sammy board and he runs off with his bandana

Sammy thinks its all hilarious

JUst thinking

Thinking

I was just thinking, I needs to find some new blogs as so many of Brodie and Ailsa'a fav bloggies donts work anymore, mums was saying that when DWB fist started there used to be a widget that used to have all the blogs on so you could randomly find a new one to visit and that was good for new doggies who started to blog. Now a lot of blogs we find are commercial ones and we wants to find homely kinds so we are going to try and find a new blog every week. Ones like Khyra and Maggie/Molly and Mitch's place not ones trying to sells us stuff we can't buy cause the beadles would never let us gets them through customs like antlers and stuff. 

Wordless Wednesday

Planting of Chrisy

Telling Chrisy tail

A long time ago in the year of Mandy and baby Wilmot there was a tree, about  12 inches tall,  it was bought because Mums and dad had just bought this place for a weekender and a place to call home when they needed it, something that happened 14 months latter. 

Mum and the kids came here a week early and Dad was to arrive on Christmas eve when Mums went to get him and Baby Wilmot, cept he didn't have a name then.  Since Dad wasn't getting here till Christmas eve and the big tree was at the other house  Mum felt they had to have another tree at least for Christmas day so thats how the little tree became part of there lives starting as a table decoration.

Over the years it grew and went into bigger and bigger pots till its last decorated Christmas of 2011 when it was getting to big to get in through the door without braking and it was getting to heavy for dads since he is also 26 yrs older then when it first arrived.

So on Thursday Chrisy as she was named was buried hmm planted as both skin kids were here and it was part of there lives for so long and I have had one Christmas under it and lay under its shade when it was on the veranda.

Skin kids digging hole while we made lunch.

Turkey sandwitches

Ate mine

Waiting for more

Bringing the tree from the house, cant see me cause I'm wiv mums taking photo

not turkey

Tree arrived

Sis took this pic and I had to tells MUm they broked the pot

Dad putting Chrisy in the hole (they not looking but sheep up this way)

Me supervising, these things gots to be done right

Dave filling the hole

Gots to protect it from the sheep, Now thats a job I can do.

OK, nows I'm getting board,

Making sure they do its right

Kids and me having a guinness

Christmas Catchups

 Well here I was still waiting for Santa but this time at our own tree, it wasn't the usual tree as Mums said we was going to plant it this year as its been in a pot for 25 years.

 We puts my stocking up then I had my night time biscuit before going to bed, as usual I had crumbs all over the place. Mums says I'm either a pretend Ridgeback or I'm getting to many treats.

 Well morning came ands there it was, Santa had been.  Skin Bro and Sis who is staying with us for Christmas told me I could touch and open it as it WAS mine. I'm a little afraid of touching things in the house still.

 MUMMMMY!!! skin kid pinched it, oh ok she just starting it off for me

 Smells good

 Sis had to hold it as it kept moving from my nose. Now if i'd been outside on my own I would of torn its all up buts I was inside. 

O wows it smelt so good and its was lots of treats, I hads gobble dog turkey jerky, Pupcotti biscuits and chicken jerky and turkey biscuits and a cupcake.

This is my favourite a chicken drum stick. it was like chicken jerky stuck on a chewy stick ands I chewed it properly.

Hope you all hads a good Christmas.