Tis true that I have made some random choices and decisions but one of my most impetuous moments was a few years’ ago when walking to the car park after a late night Xmas shopping event I was hailed by a homeless man slightly intoxicated and waving a bottle of cider in my general direction. Like many he would sit on the pavement of the underpass near the railway station with his dog at his side on an old blanket calling out to the commuters as they made their way home.
I’ve never ignored anyone including those annoying canvassers that stop you constantly whilst you are shopping for market research purposes, believing it to be rude as we all have to earn a living and I think a simple “no thank you” is more civil than passing them by as if they’re invisible.
So I bid him a good evening and was about to carry on walking by when he asked me for money which I politely declined to give him so it was then that he started asking me if I wanted his dog which was a huge bedraggled mastiff type. “Good dog” he slurred “worth a tenner at least”. Realising that this poor animal’s fate lay in my hands I duly agreed and returned to my car where I knew that I had one of my niece’s skipping ropes laying on the back seat. I went back and handed the homeless man the money. “likes his food, he does” he mumbled snatching the money out of my hand. Judging by the poor and near skeletal condition of the dog he clearly hadn’t been getting much of anything recently. So attaching the skipping rope to the collar of the forlorn Mastiff, we started to walk towards my car leaving the homeless man running off in the direction of the off-licence without a backward glance in the direction of his faithful friend.
I hadn’t realised just how large the dog actually was until he was walking alongside me and then of course, it was apparent that he was actually the size of a small Shetland pony albeit a malnourished one. I decided to call him Arnie after the actor and realised this poor trusting animal must have been incredibly confused losing the only person familiar to him.
Back at my car, which at that time was a small mini metro I tried to entice Arnie inside. Judging by his reluctance to jump in, I assumed that he’d never travelled in a vehicle before. Eventually, I managed to squeeze him into the passenger seat where he seemed to fill the entire car and then it was all too apparent that Arnie was in dire need of a bath. As soon as, I switched on the ignition he began to wail like a werewolf and on the way home I almost sustained a perforated ear drum and pneumonia from having to drive with the window wide open in what had been the coldest of winters. Serial Shagger and I had bought a do’er upper in a nice neighbourhood but he was currently away serving Queen and country so it was just going to be me and Arnie until such time that I could find him a suitable home.
Once home we made a beeline for the bathroom where Arnie received his first shower and by default, so did I. After a tin of Marks & Spencer steak for tea followed by a quick drink from the toilet, clearly his table manners were going to need some work, Arnie crashed out on the sofa.
We spent a challenging few weeks together as the howling had increased my popularity with the neighbours tenfold to the point that I’m sure a couple of them considered moving. Walking an exuberant mastiff with no basic training had improved my own agility no end; particularly as Arnie wasn’t receptive in the recall department as it was so much more fun to run around the park having me charging after him until we were both fit to drop with exhaustion. My upper body strength was also on a par with Arnie’s namesake as he dragged me along the pavement every morning on our way to the park. Whilst incredibly friendly Arnie had the strength of ten thousand men and I had no doubt that we were a constant source of amusement in the village as this exuberant Hound of the Baskervilles bounded along with me in hot pursuit.
The vet whom I had taken him to for a check up confirmed that he was a dogue de bordeaux and an exceptionally large specimen. Apart from poor nutrition he was given a clean bill of health and I set about finding him a new home.
As luck would have it, one of my neighbour’s a kindly elderly gentleman used to pass me each morning on his was to collect his newspaper and as we sprinted past he always remarked to my rapidly retreating back what a lovely dog Arnie was. On one morning when Arnie wasn’t in such a rush to get to the park, we stopped and chatted for a while when he told me that he had so been looking forward to travelling the world together with his beloved wife but sadly cancer had taken her only a few months into their retirement so now he was all alone. It was inevitable that he eventually gave Arnie the home he deserved.
I see them fairly often when I pass the old gentleman’s garden where he always tips his Panama hat to me before handing me one of his homegrown roses and telling me that they’re a present from my two admirers. As I watch dog and master walking alongside each in other in companionable silence, I am reminded that dogs really do have a way of finding those that need them the most.
And if you’re thinking of getting a new friend to join your family please consider adopting because you may just save a life!
Incredibly touching – you saved 2 lifes that day, when you took home Arnie! What a lovley story X
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I hadn’t thought about it like that but I think you’re right
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Like your decision, but a mastiff? Just a little intimidating.
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I thought it was a strange choice of dog for a homeless person but it really didn’t matter as I would have taken him if he’d been a daschund or dane
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What a simply lovely story. Most homeless people look after their dogs better than themselves, so thank goodness you took Arnie off that chap. We know the Dogues well and they are delightful but reeally have to want to do what you want to do! All ended heartwarmingly well thanks to a very generous impulse by you 😀
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I so wish I’d known you back then as I had no experience of dealing with such a large dog although he was a gentle giant but I really couldn’t have left him there as I was worried just in case someone took him and he ended up as a bait dog or worse
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what a lovely story and a handsome dog! Namaste. . . . .Anne
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I was so glad that it had a happy ending; I acted on impulse without thinking, although I don’t regret that one bit but I like to think that higher powers had a hand in it
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How sweet! I’m glad Arnie found a happy home.
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Me too; they’ve found a life-long friend in each other
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How wonderful you are to take in a bedraggled animal to save him. You have my utmost admiration, and what an amazing happy ending. As Traveling Chopsticks says, you saved two lives that day.
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Without a doubt I would do it all again and think about the consequences afterwards as I’m sure do we all
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Lovely story with a happy ending.
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I think that our guardian angels were looking after us all that day
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You saved the dog and also your widowed neighbor, it seems 🙂 Lovely, lovely, lovely. Well done.
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I had to help that dog as I was worried that he might end up in the wrong hands and whatever home I could find for him would have been better than what he had
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When you were born, your fairy godmother gave you an extra sprinkle of courage `fairy dust.` As Victor Hugo once said, “Initiative is doing the right thing without being told.“ I never get tired of telling you how amazing you are!!!
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My mother said to me afterwards “what were you thinking Deborah” and the truth of the matter was that I wasn’t thinking at all I just knew I had to help him and sod the consequences. Would I do it again – in a heartbeat!
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You make my heart melt ❤
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Bless you Ashley although I have to admit to having moments of wondering whether I’d done the right thing but I really do thing destiny had a hand in it
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You have a big heart , Dallas!
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sometimes Maggie
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What a great story! I probably wouldn’t have kept Arnie either–big dogs take up too much room (plus there is that much doodoo to pick up after them! At least in theory you are supposed to pick up after them in the US or you can get fined). But I’m so glad he found a loving home with your neighbor. Since he is elderly, is he able to keep a grip on Arnie? At least he gets some exercise walking such a huge dog.
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Also what was Serial Shagging Simon’s reaction when you told him you had temporarily taken in a homeless dog?
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Our house at the time was a bombsite as we were knocking down internal walls so it didn’t really matter about taking in a homeless dog and the elderly gentleman did take Arnie to classes but the funny thing was he just seemed to calm down as soon as he moved in with my neighbour as if he almost knew he had to
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What a lovely story, Dallas. I’m so happy that Arnie and your Panama hatted gentleman have found companionship and happiness together. 🙂
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I think that we were all very lucky to have played a part in this story
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A lovely heart warming tale. I can’t imagine many people doing what you did.
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I think they would because even if one of the shelters would have had a space for him it was always going to be better than the alternative.
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Another wonderful tale… you really have been sprinkled with that extra load of fairy dust. Not only the courage sort, but kindness and goodness, too. Thanks for the magnificent bedtime story…. 😀
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My mother thinks I was sprinkled by the gullible fairy as this isn’t the first time I’ve taken home a waif and stray; probably won’t be the last either!
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I take my hat off to you, I can’t imagine I would have done the same in your position. You went with your gut instinct though, which is always a wise move.
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I think you’re right about the gut instinct thing but I’m not going to say that I didn’t have moments of doubt
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Good on you for caring and finding a great home for this big guy!
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He looked smaller when he was lying down, Phil!
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Dear Dallas,
You made me cry. What a big brave heart you have. I don’t know if I could have trusted that things would work out as well as they did. Really a beautiful story.
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Thank you Naomi, but I just felt that it was the right thing to do and sometimes it’s just that simple
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This is the most gorgeous story I’ve heard in a while… Good for you! X
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Thank you and I couldn’t have asked for a better ending myself
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Uplifting, beautifully told, and brought tears to my eyes at the happy ending. I love dogs. I love you, Dallas. You are an extraordinary person.
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I don’t know about that Maddie and I was a tad overwhelmed when I got him home but I knew whatever I could find for him was going to be better than he had and in the end it couldn’t have worked out better
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You saved a two hearts, two lives. What a marvelous story.
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I think I was the one who was blessed that day and very lucky to have introduced these two to each other
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what a lovely story, what great gestures of love you did. Is that the picture of Arnie above? he looks like a great friend.
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Arnie is pretty special and a gentle giant and I’m a sucker when it comes to anything to do with children and animals
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You really are a much better person than I will ever be! I probably would have hurried past the beggar and his dog, thinking how terrible their situation was and feeling sorry for the dog. I dont think it would occur to me that I could actually do something about it! Respect!
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I think Animal Couriers are right when they say that most homeless people look after their animals better than themselves for whatever reasons Arnie needed to find a home pretty quickly and I was in the right place at the right time.
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Great story. How gracious of you to have saved Arnie’s life.
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It was an absolute privilege to be able to help Arnie and ultimately my neighbour
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This is a touching story. You certainly did an amazing thing.
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As a fellow dog lover I don’t think you would have walked by and besides Arnie looked a lot smaller when he was lying down
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I loved everything about this story ❤
Arnie's first dinner of M&S tinned mince was the icing on the cake 😀
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Unfortunately, as I didn’t own any pets at the time that was just about all I had in the cupboard which would have been suitable, however, I have been reliably informed that he now has fillet steak at the weekends!
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I loved everything about this story – a lovely tail 😉
Arnie’s first dinner of a tin of M&S steak mince is the stuff of all doggy dreams!
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Think he may have developed expensive taste as a result of staying with me!
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What a wonderful story!
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Thank you muchly
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You’re a star to the core Tink
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Only on a good day, Rhonda
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Aw, what a wonderful story! Your two admirers obviously needed each other. Good for you for giving Arnie a chance at a better life!
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I cried buckets when I handed him over despite knowing it was the best home for him but ultimately they both needed each other more
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I think it was meant to be. Now you’re free to rescue another. 😉
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And you have all those cats!
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And my Dad’s old border collie
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What a wonderful story with a happy ending for Arnie and your old neighbour. Best friends forever 🙂
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I think they were destined to meet each other; I just played matchmaker
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Always knew you were a brave girl with a large kind heart 🙂
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You are the epitome of kindness. Lovely story! Thanks for sharing!
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