Our mission is to find loving, kind, forever homes for these unfortunate dogs. We also seek donations to help cover transport costs and other fees that we incur. We constantly collect flea and tick products, toys and treats to give tot he dogs whilst they are waiting.
Money is always tight, and feeding the sheer quantity of animals that I have is always hard. Don't get me wrong, they are always fed, in fact over fed according to different vets who tell me my animals are fat... Hey I'm Irish, we are feeders! However, finding the funds does cause me stress, and worry so when I am offered a bargain, who am I to say no.
I was at the feed store one day when we were discussing hay, now he has a million different types, and you can often find me in there, stroking and smelling different bales. Yes I am a little crazy, but there is nothing better than the smell of hay, well closely followed by melting Tar, but you get the idea.
The feed guy imports English hay, but it is really expensive, so I have to gaze at those bales from afar! On this occasion he asked me to come and look at his hay, as the Spanish wouldn't buy it due to something horrible being in the bales. He was making sound like there was some weird creature, or fungus in the bales, rambling on and on about it hurting people, and no one could go near the bales, and would I look to see what it was as I was foreign.
Of course being foreign meant I was an expert on all things weird in hay bales! But as soon as I got near I knew what the problem was, thistles, The bales were riddled with thistles, and of course the Spanish had no idea what they were. In their eyes the bales were bad, and this poor guy thought he was going to be left with a huge pile of hay he couldn't sell.
We begun negotiating, and the price got lower and lower, and just as we agreed the price my phone went off, dog disaster 101.... as I begun to walk off shouting ok over my shoulder, he asked how many I wanted, me being me, and not really listening shouted back "total" . Yep I had just agreed to take them all, not actually knowing what ALL meant.
A few days later the feed arrived, which is a huge task anyway, it all needs off loading, sorting and storing. Not a task for the weak, or faint hearted, but like with everything it is dig your heels in grit your teeth and get on with it. On the lorry was 125 bales of the "bad hay" not too bad I thought.
After over an hour of moving 125 bales of hay I cursed my decision to agree to take them as I was tired, hot, and a little scarred from thistles! I was just leaning on the wall admiring my neatly staked pile of hay, when I heard a lorry.
This was unusual, so off I went to the gates to see the feed lorry had returned, at this point my heart sank. FUCK...... he had more, and I mean a whole lorry load. I literally had no idea where he was going to put them, and no energy to move them, so I did what any normal person does, I told him to tip them out onto the middle of the property.
After this decision was made I knew it was stupid, but a bit like agreeing to buy them "ALL" it was done, and I had a huge pile of hay bales in the middle of the property
For three days I ignored the pile, people were commenting, and I simply went what hay, I cannot see it, therefore it does not exist. The reality was it needed moving.
All I can say is I love my builders, as they got the task of moving a further 278 bales of hay. Yes I did the pitiful, I am weak, I am a girl and I cannot do it line, but hey we all need that line at some point in our lives! Hay all moved, bargain achieved, I would love to say I will listen in the future, but I know it will happen again :)
I have many roosters here, which can be noisy and at times stressful when they decide to cross each others boundaries and fight. Most of the time they stay in different areas, ensuring that no blood is spilt , but yesterday an almighty fight broke out, and if you have ever seen two roosters fight it is brutal.
They have spurs on their back legs, and in ninja style moves they leap up into the air and crash down on their oppositions head, causing high impact damage. Although athletic, and slightly fascinating how they can perform that maneuver, the damage they do is extreme.
Two of the rooster truly hate each other, and will stalk each other, circling, wings flapping, glaring at each other with beady eyes, so I decided yesterday I had enough. It was time to microwave the potato and grab the pliers, sounds bizarre, yep well nothing in my life is normal.
Years ago I discovered the most amazing thing to with a hot potato, other than smoother it with butter and cheese. Yep, you guessed it you can remove roosters spurs with a hot potato! There are other options including ripping them out, but this causes huge amounts of blood, using a hacksaw, however, I manage to grate my own thumb when using a cheese grater, so a hacksaw would likely kill me.
So, you need to microwave the potato until boiling hot, as in so hot it could be the suns surface temperature, ram it on the end of the spur, wait five minutes, then gently pull off the top spur with the pliers, which reveals a smaller non lethal spur underneath.
The first time I ever did this I did think WTF am I doing, sat on the floor with a rooster who is trying to eat the potato, burning my hands. However, it works, it really does, and it is so easy and painless for the rooster. I may have had third degree burns, but they were fine.
So, spurs removed they can go and fight till their hearts content not causing extreme damage to one another. I suppose if I gather enough spurs, I could make a necklace from it, to ensure that the few remaining people who think I'm normal may change their minds!
Videoing has become the latest way to get people to interact with rescue pages, and for some it's a huge success, for me it makes me cringe. I keep trying to dip my toe into the world of video, but too be honest I hate it. I can see the benefits, I can see that some people love it, but simply put my video skills are shit.
When my student was here, she embraced the "live video" and would "go live" on FB at every opportunity. She was amazing at it, and the supporters response was great, everyone loved them, she didn't swear once, and her voice was normal.
Me, however, whenever I video my voice seems to hit a new level, to the point I think I could shatter glass. I actually have no idea where the hell the high pitch annoying voice comes from, maybe I am possessed, and this is the demon trying to escape.
So, I agreed to video the dogs, NEVER live video, the thought of that makes me have cold sweats. However, I thought videoing, what could go wrong, and OMG they are so bad. Everything I thought would be wrong with me videoing is in fact correct.
Firstly, I move a lot, and I forget I'm videoing, so when I move to see what the dogs are doing the phone, obviously spins round with me. It is like watching something on constant fast forward. There is also the silence, because in my mind silence is better than me swearing constantly, in the high pitch demonic voice reserved for video moments.
However, the silence sort of makes the video creepy, like some weird stalker videoing dogs. Then there is the epic moment when I think I will do something nice, like a kick a ball for the dogs, and my football kicking skills are nearly as good as my video skills, so of course this is going to end badly! Kicks ball..... misses dogs head by millimeters... scares the crap out of other dogs... ends video.
The response on the whole is good from my awful videos, but there are also some stupid comments (arent there always) Like people asking how I control the dogs as I "keep them all loose" , or the typical "oh my god do these dogs need rescuing, look at the state of where they live"
So, against my better judgement I will continue with the bad videos, for the dogs as people do like to see them. Hopefully in time my skills will improve, the haters will hate, and the idiots will comment, but hey that is animal rescue!
I receive a lot of messages, some very good, and others that leave me shaking my head in disbelief. I tend to either laugh, or rant, depending on how my day has gone. Here are just a few of what I receive every day:
I sent you a message, half an hour ago, and you have not bothered to get back to me, Can you not be bothered? Do you not want to find homes for the dogs?
Come on people, I run a rescue, which means that your message is in a queue of over 50 other messages. I will get to them after I have fed, cleaned, done vets, pounds, police, oh and worked, eaten, and cared for my family.
An adoption fee? why? you got the dog for free, surely you are giving it away?
Yep, I might have got that dog for "free" but the moment it enters I have to feed it, care for it, get it ready for adoption and often transport it. Yes I get reduced rates at the vets, and the food is donated, but they still have so much spent on them, the least you can do is pay an adoption fee towards these costs.
OMG! I love "fifi" but cannot take her until the children have had their vaccinations, school trips, and we are back off holiday, and I have checked my social calendar for the year. So, can you "hold" her for say six months!
Short answer....... NO
Long answer.... there is no benefit with keeping a dof in kennels longer than needed. The longer the dogs stay in kennels, the more chance they have of being attacked. They are also taking up a space, which means another dog cannot be saved.
Sarcastic answer..... Do you actually have time for a dog?
I REALLY want to adopt a dog, my last one I gave away as my girlfriend was allergic/ my landlord told me to get rid of it/ I had a baby!
I understand that life is tough, and we have to make decisions that are hard, however, you gave a dog away for a crap reason. So, no you won't be adopting from me.
I see that "fifi" says mix breed, what is the mix?
If I knew the mix, I would put what it was, I write mix when we have no idea, and no I'm not guessing. Writing mix breed is better than writing "no fucking idea"
OMG! (I get a lot of messages starting like that) those puppies, the ones thrown in the bin, what breed are they? how big will they be?
REALLY! come on people they were thrown in a bin to die, the scumbag that threw them in there didn't leave a note detailing parents, and age. Again I am not guessing how big as often it is wrong, sadly female dogs get shagged by many many dogs all at the same time, so everything from a corgi to a pitbull could have had fun that day. That puppy is a MIX....
I see that "fifi" was dumped at the pound, is she toilet trained? doesnt chew? walks on a lead? I want a dog that doesnt bark, chew, poop, or dig my garden.
The fact that I have no idea where the dogs come from, and that they are terrified when they come in shitting on the floor is normal. All dogs bark, it is normal, and many chew, wouldn't you being locked in a kennel for over 12 hours a day! I honestly do wonder what people really want from rescuing.
You are living my dream... REALLY! who the hell dreams of little sleep, no money, long hours, broken hearts and abuse all day long. If I got paid for every time someone has said that to me, I would be a millionaire. Don't get me wrong saving dogs, and watching them thrive in new homes is amazing, but god its tough.
The second most asked question, is "how do I start my own rescue" The honest answer is don't... or if you want to make sure you have money, lots and lots of money. Running a rescue regardless of the size is expensive, and donations do not flood in, as people might claim.
I have been doing this for over six years, and I have to work to help pay for my charity. There are months where everything I earn goes on supporting my rescue, which leaves my husband to support our family whilst I am "living the dream" This means that every waking moment I am thinking of ways to get more donations, how to fund raise, and try and not spend all my own money keeping my rescue a float.
People have asked over the last few weeks if "barrybasuragate" has brought more followers, yes it has but very few are following the page to help. As my rescue grows so do the expenses, as I rescue more dogs, what I pay out increases. I am not complaining about having to pay into my own rescue, I'm simply explaining that "living the dream" comes at a cost.
There are so many passionate people out there that want to "help" and run rescues and save dogs. Great, but passion doesn't pay the bills. You also need to remember to look after yourself, both mentally and physically (something that took me a while to figure out) Without being healthy and mentally strong, you will not be able to run a rescue.
If you honestly want to run a rescue, I would say do it one dog at a time. Help one, make sure it is done right, and that dog has 100% of your time, energy and money. You will soon realize how much goes into just one dog, and consider if you could do that with 10, 20, 30, 40 more.
Remember that every decision that you make will affect an animal, and don't make sacrifices that you will regret later. Try and find someone that is good at what they do, and listen to their advise. Never think you are better, or more experienced because trust me you will never be. Take time to fully understand what you are getting into ... After all, even a nightmare can be called a "dream"
It's day four of Barry Basura gate and I feel as if I am in some weird parallel universe. I cannot decide if it is some warped reality TV show, or if the world has finally just gone mad. As the days have progressed the abuse has strengthened, and on day four, the death threats begun.
Day one was crazy, but day four is on another level, the real hard core nutjobs have appeared, the " I want to fly over and smash your face in" type crazies. Now I am slightly insane, some would say crazy, but these are on another level. I have lost count how many times I have been called a C**T over the last four days, why for apparently being rude!
Now as we have all debated before, am I rude yeah I can be, am I sarcastic, hell yes, but on this occasion I actually wasn't, over 1.3 million views and 9k of comments, and I commented around 10 times, never rude, never swearing, yet I'm the bad guy, and someone even accused me of hurting the animals in my care yesterday.
There was even a "Lord of the Flies" moment yesterday when the haters begun turning on themselves. What is it with people that feel when protected by a screen, they can type what they want. There were some really awful things being spouted, and not even to me, or about me. Real hate fueled posts, which I honestly pity these people that they have nothing in their lives but hate.
Oh, and did I mention that in the midst of chaos, and craziness, an online UK magazine, picked up on #Barrybasuragate, and posted, causing more chaos, more craziness, and general weirdness. Now don't get me wrong, after I trawled through the 1300 messages, there were some genuine people wanting to help, or adopt, or simply being nice, but god there are some weirdo's out there too, as in Jemery Kyle would love to get his hands on these messages!
So, I state again, Barry is just a puppy, not a miracle, just a cute, four week old puppy that has no idea the weird, warped, reality world that he has caused. When he is ready for adoption he will be on the page, I will brace for impact, and see how many of the "I want him" posters are still around when the world calms down, and he is looking for a home. ..... lets see if day five is calmer.... please god make it calmer....
*inserts cute puppy picture for the awwwwww moment