Dobby’s happy tail :D

DOBBY, went to his forever home last week 🙂

A lovely lady adopted him and his foster sibling Raisin, very happy to say they have settled down , and their follow up home visit went off great. They have a big brother – Olive who has taken up the role of guardian for the 2 munchkins.

Wishing Dobby and Raisin a very happy life ❤



Dobby, my mix breed rescue baby was boarded with a dear friend who runs a homestay for pets, he got attached to Krish, another foster baby, and a week of screening calls and emails later, we found them a home, or so we thought.

Received an email from a lady, extremely interested in adopting Indian pups, she had ALL the right answers, she was patient with my probing, the house visit etc.

So one saturday off we went babies in hand to drop them off to her place.  Everything was good, she had a fair amount of space for the babies to run and play, good food, all the essentials.

Something just bothered me about the whole thing, but i couldn’t figure out what!

We left there, promising to come back soon.

This lady kept in touch with us, posted photo updates on FB, but i still wasn’t satisfied.

On instinct we made a surprise visit the following friday and to my shock and disgust, pups were chained to a door, no water, no food, sleeping on their urine, and Dobby the smaller guy, was starving, hadn’t eaten in days and turned anemic!!

We rushed them out of there, to our vet, who had to treat their skin (dog’s skin gets urine rash when they roll on their pee) and they hungrily ate food and collapsed in our arms.

They are back in their foster home, safe and sound, a bit shaken up, but they are recovering.

I learnt an important lesson, instinct, gut feeling, intuition, whatever you call it, LISTEN TO IT!

I’ve attached a photo of the babies as we found them on the surprise visit.



Its been raining a lot in Chennai.

The weathers wonderful, but i am worried for my babies on the street.

Woke up to frantic phone call yesterday morning about a doggie crying all night in an empty plot, she had fallen into a deep pit and the pit filled up with rain water 😦 she stood there the entire night.

When i got there, they were afraid to pull her out cuz she was aggressive. Needless to say, Wilma (as i have now named her) allowed us to pull her out by grasping her neck , it wasn’t pleasant, but she came out!

Then the lady had a bunch of biscuits and ran off to find her pups. The next challenge being, finding them homes and spaying ol Wilma.

Here are some snaps


Isn’t she pretty? And thats “Friend and Puppy” who are sharing biscuits with her. They stay a little away from my street babies but are always happy to share a meal  🙂