Time to Meet Your New Mum

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An abandoned dog - Candy - living in a Rescue Center finds a new home with a loving family. Is this her forever home? Will she be happy? All is not as it seems.

Submitted: January 30, 2017

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Submitted: January 30, 2017



The warmth of the room helped Candy to settle in her new home. Sinking her paws and belly into the soft carpet, her head rested on the brown sheepskin slippers which housed Mrs. Sunshine’s’ feet. Hazel, the tortoise shell cat, slept on her mistresses’ lap, who too was dozing.

In this relaxed atmosphere, with gentle music playing in the background thoughts of her past life came to the foreground.

She sensed contentment and hope fully, anticipating no more moves. But how did this all come about in finding a comfortable, loving home?

That morning, (in the previous place), after breakfast and while having her daily brush, Jacky, the kennel maid, kindly said that today would be special. Then the bombshell hit. It would be after the dog walk.


‘Time to meet your new Mum.

Those words rang a bell, conjuring up thoughts of bad times. News like this meant leaving the comfort, security and companionship she had grown used to over the past year. The other dogs went to new homes but not Candy!

Jacky patted her head and departed, leaving a very sad dog. She lay on her bed and remembered when those words were first spoken.

The picture formed in her mind of Mrs. Kindly and nestling up to her blood Mum, Bess.

'Time to meet your new Mum’. Mrs Kindly had said.

'Mum?' Candy questioned in her mind. 'What does she mean? My Mum’s right here!'

Bess gave a loving lick and whispered in her daughters’ ear.

'Go on pet, all your brothers and sisters have gone and now it’s your turn’.

She began to whimper. ‘But I don’t want to leave you Mum.’

'You’ll be fine. My little ones always go to good homes.’

Mrs. Kindly picked up the pup and went to the hallway where Mr. and Mrs. Goodyear and Jack waited. And so it was Candy went to live with this family.

At first life was good. Love; comfortable bed; food; walks and lots of time with their son. The two bonded well and were inseparable in Jacks’ spare time.

On that fateful day Jack called to his parents. He always informed them of where he was going.

'Won’t be long,' just taking Candy out.’ Speaking to the dog he said, 'Going to meet Collin.'

Mr. & Mrs Goodyear came to give her a fuss then disappeared.

This was unusual as well as going for night time walks. It was very cold and dark outside as they set off.

Once outside Jack said, ‘I’m sorry Candy but we are moving tomorrow and where we are going we can’t have pets’.

Unbeknown to either parents Jack had arranged with his best mate Collin that he would look after the dog.

Collin was not allowed pets either, so other arrangements were conjured up by the boys.

Together Jack and Candy walked along into the country to where Jack and his best mate had built their camp. It was a derelict shed in the neglected garden of the tumble down cottage.

Candy was put in here and the arrangement would be for Collin to visit every day to feed and walk Candy.

Jack left and that was the last time she saw him.

Inside the boys had left an old duvet on the floor. An old saucepan had some water in it.

Settling down to spend her first night away from Jack she slept fretfully. The owl flew in from his night flight; a family of rats as well as mice scuttled around. Every little sound left her wondering whether Collin would arrive to take her to his house.

The next day Candy wandered around waiting for Collin to appear but he did not arrive. When darkness fell she went back inside the shed and settled to sleep on the duvet. Maybe tomorrow he would come. In the mean time she made friends with the wild animals of the area.

Weeks went by and Candy had to look after herself. Drinking from streams and, thanks to advice from the fox, finding her way into the nearby town to scavenge in the bins and take-away shops. Always returning back to the shed, her new home, feeling less hungry.

Hardened to life outdoors Candy became very thin and her coat became dull. She picked up fleas that used to irritate her and with constant scratching to get rid of them seemed to make it worse and developed sores.

When living with the people treatment of ‘flea powder’ prevented these parasites.

A few months later while having a nap on the door step of the old tumble down cottage, she heard the sound of human voices.

‘This looks like Uncles’ place. Gary.'

‘Looks like it will need lots doing up.’ Standing outside the back door were the young couple

‘Well it’s too far gone to repair. Gary commented. 'We will put plan B into action. Bulldoze the lot; build a log cabin to rent out to holiday makers.’

Several weeks later the site became a hive of activity.

Bulldozers and workmen arrived. Candy having injured her paw in a trap rested on the front door step of the cottage.

‘Hey hang on there’s a stray dog here. Looks like it’s injured its paw.’

'You’re always finding stray creatures’, his colleague replied.


‘Well. Best do your duty.’

‘Right shan’t be long but this one will need help.’

He gently picked her up. Where to now? She was carried gently to the van and placed on the front passenger seat. As he drove so he chatted to her, saying they were going to the ‘dogs home’ for lost pets.

Candy tired, hungry and shaking with fear wondered about the ‘dog’s home’. Rumor had it that it wasn’t very nice there but she did not have the energy to fight back.

Jack had disillusioned her into thinking she would be taken to another safe home with his best mate. It had not materialized, and over the past few months she’d been left to fend for herself. Neither Jack nor his best mate had visited.

She had become ‘street-wise.’

Her only friends were the creatures of the countryside.

‘Here we are little one. You’ll be safe here’

In the arms of the man, she was being taken to the dog’s home.

The resident vet, Peter, always on hand for new comers, dressed in a white coat, took Candy from the man and went into his surgery.

A clean clinical smell filled the air. These reminded her of the time she went to have ‘injections’.

The two men talked.

‘Hello, another little one in trouble’

‘Aye, look how skinny she is, must have been out for quite a while.’

Having explained how he came to find the dog he went back to his work, leaving the Vet in charge and in the knowledge he had saved another stray.

Placing Candy onto a high steel table, the area felt cold to her paws. All the time the Vet’s assistant talked softly giving re-assurance that everything would be ok.

‘First we’ll scan to see if she is micro-chipped then give her a bath. Put her in kennel number 12 with some food and water. We’ll finish her treatment after morning surgery. In the meantime I’ll leave you Carol to see what the micro-chip comes up with.’

Turning to the computer Carol began searching and found the name.

Ah ha there it was. Mrs. Goodyear. She picked up the phone and dialed.


‘Oh is that the residence of Mr. & Mrs.Goodyear?‘

‘No I’m sorry they don’t live here any more. Not been here for at least 6 months.’

‘This is the dog’s home and Candy has just been brought in to us.

Do you know where I can find them?’

‘Sorry they left no forwarding address.’

It appeared that this dog would be re-housed at a later date but first to get her on the road to recovery.

Jacky, dressed in her green uniform, came in and took Candy to the dogs’ bathroom. Here the bathing process took place and soon she felt a different dog.

Now in safe hands, no more to fiend for herself out in the open, she felt safe. Here she could sense love, care, food and a warm bed.

Jacky said, ‘Come Candy, I’ll take you to your new home so you can rest.’

How did she know her name? Another one of those many mysteries with people.

Entering the building excited dogs barked loudly. All keen to meet the latest arrival.

In an authoritative voice Jacky said ‘quiet.’ A deathly hush filled the air.

Walking down the aisle dogs noses pressed against the wire netting that separated each apartment, all eager to get acquainted.

Jacky introduced her to each dog. At number 12 she stopped.

Above the doorway a plague with the words ‘At Home’.

‘We shall put your name here,’ she pointed to the plague continuing ‘it will read ‘Candy at home.’

This was exciting. Her very own home.

Hanging beside the door was a blue collar and lead. Jacky took down the collar placing it round her neck, said this is your new home. The others will look after you.’

Opening the door Candy stepped in. Closing it Jacky told the dog.

‘Will be back later when you’ve rested. We’ll see Peter, the Vet, to sort out your paw, and give you something for those fleas.’

Such comforting words. Candy ate some of the food, drank a little water and settled down in the dog basket provided to sleep.

This new home was a pleasure and as the months went by people visited; dogs went to new homes; new dogs came in. Yet no one chose her.

The routine proved relaxing and stress free. She would stay forever.

There was a dog flap in the ‘home’ leading to an enclosed area. One could go outside anytime to see the world, get fresh air or do ones’ business. Every day someone came to walk her.

The day started with kennel maids giving breakfast followed by a daily brush.

The vet, always on hand, looked after the dogs’ health.

During the day, volunteer ’dog walkers’ came to give exercise. All dogs were assigned their very own ‘dog walker’. Candy’s was Mrs. Sunshine. They were always accompanied with her own dog Trixie.

With the dogs home situated in the countryside walks were taken in the local woods. Hearing the birds singing and the smells so interesting was every dogs delight. Candy was able to catch up with Blackbird and they exchanged news.

The cottage had been re-built and people with children and dogs came to stay for short intervals during the year.

Once a week all the dog walkers would gather and everyone would get into cars and go further a field to the local beaches.

This was the high-light of the week because once on the beach leads were taken off enabling them to run free. The sea, a fascination. By paddling on the edge they would chase the waves rolling up beach. The ‘walker’ would throw sticks into the sea and dogs of all shapes and sizes splashed in the water and swam to fetch. But one thing taught to dogs not used to the beach was not to drink the salty water as it would make them very thirsty.

The walkers loved to see the meeting of the other dogs with their owners and how well they got on together.

Back home the only sound to be heard were sleeping dogs giving small grunts as they slept dreaming of the days’ activities.

It came to pass that Trixie passed away, leaving a bereaved dog widow.

To ease her pain Mrs. Sunshine decided to adopt her ‘walking dog’ Candy.

All formalities completed Candy went to her new home.

Her wish to stay in these comfortable surroundings came to an end. But a better life lay ahead with Mrs. Sunshine.



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