My name is Oliver and I'm
a 6 year old German Shepherd dog. I'm not quite a pedigree of the
breed as my legs aren't quite long enough, I'm about 1-2" short
and my ears are a little wide on my head. But I have lovely GSD
markings,black and dark tan and I look quite a handsome dog, so I'm
now told. Although it was not always like this. I used to live with
a family in E. Manchester but they were neglecting me, they had new
babies in the house along with two other young children and I was
let out very early in the morning to look after myself. I used to
lie with my back against the wall for shelter against the wind and
rain, snooze the day away,and make my own little walks. I had to beg
my food from neighbours who were kind enough to leave me something
on their doorsteps. Then in February a man, who I had seen walk past
a few times, stopped to look at me, talk to me,and check to see I
was alright. He made a fuss of me and he looked at me and said that
I was a good dog and deserved better. I looked into his eyes and
could see, as only dog's can see, that he was very sad. His canine
companion had recently died and his heart was broken. I let him
stroke me as I know that doing this makes human's feel better. Then,
after that, each day he would find me and give me something to eat
and stroke and fuss me. This happened each day for over a month
until one day, March 26th, he called and slipped a lead around my
neck, called at my house and said he was taking me to his home. My
family were pleased because they couldn't look after me as they
ought. So I became Robin's new pal and companion and set about
mending his broken heart. I know I can never be his "Brandy"
but I'll be his Oliver. My name was Solomon, but no one ever
bothered to use my name, and so Oliver, or Ollie, I have become. My
life is so much better now. I stay indoors when the weather isn't
good, or out in the back garden when the weather is fine .I get
taken for lots of long walks, along the canal or around the park. I
have some new doggy friends but best of all I get my food, in a bowl
each day and there's always fresh water for me and lots of doggy
treats. I get to sleep on my own rugs inside the house and not on
the cold floor of a yard. But the best thing is that I have a human
pal who is always there for me, strokes me, fusses me, brushes me
and cares for me.
RIP Ollie Dog, you had
the greatest care and attention for the last year of your life!
Where's All the Flowers then?
Long Walk, Breakfast and Now!