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How has your dog helped you? Share with Sleepeezee - £300 voucher and dog bed to be won

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YanaGransnet (GNHQ) Fri 23-Aug-19 13:45:17

Sleepeezee have recently released personalised dog beds, and to celebrate International Dog Day on the 26th August and dogs all year round, they’d like to hear about the ways your dogs have helped you.

Here’s what Sleepeezee has to say: “British bed manufacturer Sleepeezee is proud to launch a collection of dog beds, in partnership with Battersea Dogs Home, which offer your companion a great sleep. Two distinct styles are available in a selection of sizes and colours, all of which can be personalised with your dogs name on.”

Perhaps the need to get out and walk your dog each day has helped you feel fitter and stronger? Have you learned any important lessons from your dog? Maybe being greeted by your dog’s smiling face and wagging tail at the end of a tough day helps you deal with stress?

However your dog has helped you, share on the thread below and you’ll be entered into a prize draw where one GNer will win a £300 voucher for the store of their choice (from a list) and a Sleepeezee dog bed.

Thanks and good luck!

GNHQ

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NanaandGrampy Fri 23-Aug-19 18:54:42

Our house is definitely better with a dog in it.

We have had dogs almost all our married lives and now in retirement we have the perfect dog for us. He's gentle, loving and happy to be dressed up by the grandchildren but more importantly , he gives Grampy a reason to get out for a long walk every day.

When the vet recently mentioned gently that Sam was looking a bit' portly' it spurred both Sam and Grampy on to take more exercise ( and lose weight !) Now Grampy is 4 stone lighter, Sam is at the perfect weight for his breed and our house is very much a home !

mumofmadboys Fri 23-Aug-19 19:33:16

We have recently lost our much loved dog. She was nearly16. It was great taking her out for walks- it kept us fit, gave me thinking time and helped me appreciate the beautiful countryside.

amberdogxK9 Fri 23-Aug-19 20:31:03

My dog is a rescue from Spain - he suffered a great deal as a puppy of just four months old after being left for dead with broken bones , cruelly docked tail and ear lugs scissored off . He was lucky to be rescued and healed by two amazing young Mums and their families and other pets ....... before coming to me after viewing photos at 9 months old . The following year I took him back to visit his rescuers and stayed for 6 weeks . A big adventure for me - before taking care of GS then aged two . That little dog is full of joy for living and is well adjusted and loving . He is my shadow, constant companion and my best pal . He keeps me walking up hill and down dale - and his utter delight at the simple things in life is a daily lesson to me to appreciate each day - to enjoy each moment and leave the past behind where it belongs . My mental and physical health have improved- there’s nothing that a walk with my dog can’t help with . So thank you my Earless Tailless Andalusian chorizo Hound . Aka Rufus Vincent Cobo Corbera (the mongrel )

mosaicwarts Fri 23-Aug-19 20:50:20

I love my shetland sheepdog, and he loves me. Since my husband died he's been my alarm clock, my daily exercise motivation, my confidante, and lastly, my burgular alarm. I'd be lost without him.

Cherrytree59 Fri 23-Aug-19 21:23:06

We sadly lost our dog, a lovely staffie cross when she developed a tumour. sad

She was an unexpected surprise.
My DD had a holiday job at a kennels and had fallen in love with a little dog who had been placed in kennels by a couple who were divorcing and were having a lengthy argument who would or would not have custody .
After months of this neither one of the couple claimed her back, so my DD who had been taking dog treats and blankets out of her own money for the poor dog asked if we could have her.

I will never forget the day I went to pick up my DD and 4nd our new family member.
I opened the car door and she flew in.
She was an absolute joy from the moment on. (12yrs)

No welcoming bark or lick when we turn the lock in the door just silence.

If we were lucky enough to win the lovely new dog bed, it would be a subtle hint that it is time for the pitter patter of 4 little paws.🐕

Charleygirl5 Fri 23-Aug-19 21:27:22

I do not have a dog but I have a cat and she is so intelligent and loving. She had two dreadful homes before she came to me aged 2 years.

Last year she was in a cattery because I had a knee replacement. When we were both home again, I had to go to the loo around 3 times each night. the minute I switched my light on and she heard me get out of bed using my crutches, she escorted me to the loo, waited outside the door and then walked me back to bed again. She returned to her bed in another room when she knew I had switched off my light.

A few weeks later she decided I could cope on my own and stayed in her bed. She is a lovely friend.

Grannyknot Fri 23-Aug-19 21:40:41

What lovely pet stories. We were in Yorkshire recently and stopped at a pub where there was a sign outside that read The best therapist has fur and four legs. I tend to agree.

When my son became really unwell due to stress in his final year at University, our Labrador who had been with our children since they were all mere pups, literally did not leave his side. She knew something was wrong. She accompanied him everywhere without even being on a lead, like some kind of Guardian Angel, sitting quietly waiting when he went walk-about. And continued to do this until he had recovered months later.

In doing this, she helped as much as any human carer would have or could have.

merlotgran Fri 23-Aug-19 22:02:07

We have two Jack Russells but the older one, Millie is on borrowed time. She was diagnosed with a tumour last April and was not expected to live for more than a few weeks. This was at the same time our daughter was diagnosed with a rare cancer that was soon to claim her life.

Throughout that terrible time, Millie was my comfort and loyal companion and thankfully she is responding well to treatment. Her tail never stops wagging. We have been warned. however. we are in a one way street so every day with her is precious.

Her daughter Peggy entertains us with her hilarious antics and keeps us on our toes. Her intelligence and perception comes in very handy, especially when she alerts me to the fact my text bleep has gone off and I haven't heard it.

The positive effects of having a dog in our lives cannot be understated. Unconditional love is a gift.

pinkjj27 Fri 23-Aug-19 22:34:50

My husband was a dog lover we had dogs when we were younger but when the kids left and we were both working long hours we decided to wait to get another one until we retired. Then my husband was diagnosed with cancer, he said” I am sad I will never get a dog” so I encouraged him to get one.
Even though a dog is a big responsibility and hard work I am so glad we did it. He went to the rescue centre and picked out a staffy ( not the little dog I had expected) It was love at first site on both their parts.
Even though some days DH was too ill to walk him they shared many happy times together . My DH had been given a matter of weeks yet I cared for him for 2 more years and I am sure having a dog per longed his life. He was getting out and walking the dog, running about in the garden with it and just caring for it and I think it helped him live a bit loger.
The dog seemed to know my DH was ill and would sometimes just refuse to leave his side. When I lost my DH the dog just put his head in my lap comforting me. My husband has been gone almost four years now I work long hours as a lecturer I felt it was unfair on the dog so he went to live with my daughter and her five kids he seems so much happier being a family dog he is always very excited to see me though.

BradfordLass72 Sat 24-Aug-19 01:31:09

I'm not eligible for the competition but I love dogs and wish I could have another but where I live now, it is not allowed.
I could have a cat but I am not a cat person at all.

Just seeing a dog, even a picture, softens something inside me and I adore friend's dogs.

There is something very special about the soul of a dog which is usually loving and giving.
They don't pretend to like you, or miss you when you're away, they genuinely do and their greeting when you come back is sincere, never manipulative.

They are perceptive and clever, full of intelligence and even have a great sense of humour in some cases.

Reading about the many achievements of dogs, from
those which sniff out land mines, to those which can detect cancer, tells you just what special creatures they are.

Nanabanana1 Sat 24-Aug-19 07:59:23

I got my dog after losing my husband, wasn’t going to but my son persuaded me to. I am so glad I did, he’s my constant companion and his love has helped me through the grief of losing my husband and my daughter 18 months later, he is a gentle soul and much loved by all the family.

Molly10 Sat 24-Aug-19 09:34:39

You can't beat a dog for getting your lazy bum of the seat and getting outside for some exercise in all weathers. And boy don't you feel better after it with a hot cup of something and changed out of your wet clothes relaxing back in that chair.
Dogs are great for kids and teach them loads. A shy timid child will come on loads with their best friend at their side. Woof!

notoveryet Sat 24-Aug-19 11:41:09

I was widowed six months ago. My dogs have been my lifelines. I had to get out of bed when I could easily have stayed with the duvet over my head, they are big dogs so I have to walk for a couple of hours a day with them.They mean I never walk into an empty house, they're always happy to see me. The collie was a rescue dog, had an awful start in life but these past few months it's been him rescuing me!

glammanana Sat 24-Aug-19 13:30:28

We have always been a household of dogs from when the children where babies.
Over the years we have fostered many some for a few days if owners are poorly or for longer periods if they needed rehoming (some obviously stayed) and there is always one that tug's on your heart strings isn't there.
She came in the form of Rosie the black lab who was 3yrs old when the knock on the door came from the charity and in she came straight towards my OH and pushed her nose under his hand wanting petting,she stayed next to him all night until we went to bed.
Never a murmer from her she followed OH everywhere,went in the car with him,waited for him to come home from work and was his shadow for the next 13yrs OH was heartbroken when she went the whole family devastated we miss her to this day but have gone on to rescue many more at present we have Poppy who was found in a flat with her owner who had died 5 days previous she has been with us 6yrs now and rules the roost,having dogs over the years has taught my DCs & DGCs respect for all animals and over the years we have fostered or rehomed more than 18dogs none have ever had to be put to sleep because of bad behaviour all have been a joy to look after.

midgey Sat 24-Aug-19 14:13:07

My dog has driven me demented but kept me sane!

lemongrove Sat 24-Aug-19 15:16:51

It’s a long time since I had a dog, but a few years ago I started helping an elderly neighbour by walking her dog,a standard poodle, which I did think might be too much for me,I had visions of him taking me for a walk instead!
However he’s a very gentle old boy and our walks around the village are really enjoyable.Being fairly new to the village I hardly knew anyone, but thanks to Abercrombie ( ! ) I met so many people as everyone knew him ( he’s like a slim curly black bear) and they all stopped to talk to me.A dog is a wonderful ice breaker with strangers.

Tillybelle Sat 24-Aug-19 15:21:53

Maisy said she was "scared that he was going to kick her for weeing and she was only 8 weeks old but the Breeder couldn't give the money back and she had to be found another home immediately!" That is what Maisy said anyway. I drove down the M1 and returned with a little black fuzzy thing about the size of a tennis ball, with spiky hair sticking out all over and distinctive bits of long hair sticking up like rushes out of her huge pointed ears. They said she was a Schnoodle. There's no poodle in her, I assure you! Plenty of terrier. Now an adult, about as tall as my hand-span and only that because she has long legs which look like stalks. She is the bossiest dog I have ever had. She and her first offspring, demonstrate that they simply adore me and Maisy wags her whole body and sneaks with delight if I simply look out her. We are inseparable.

A phone call: My two incredible miniature poodles who had kept me from going under after a terrible bereavement, had died, just after Maisy had sent out her SOS. The phone call said:
"This may be too soon. But we've been given one of our poodles back in a state. She's a toy poodle, about four. She had a good home but we don't know what happened. She's been starved and hasn't any fur. She needs a lady owner who's in all day. We immediately thought you'd be perfect."

Poppy looked nothing like a poodle. Nothing like a dog. She looked like creased grey tissue paper bag wrapped round a carcass. Her eyes looked at me, more heart-breaking than I have ever seen. I took her and she nestled so closely to me that I could not see her by looking down.

Over the months, with a special diet and more food additives, she regrew her fur, and started to walk around behind me. She remained terrified of others and stayed hiding from them. The first time she barked, a year later, I cried. Then she came to me with the others when I called them to get treats and she began a little circling dance! I guessed she might have been taught this. Now, 4 years later, she barks, sings, tussles the others and is very much a poodle. Filled with Poodle bossy confidence she is an important part of the little pack.

Pancho was half the size of his five Chihuahua brothers and sisters who were getting mum's milk with gusto and pushing him out. His breeder was in depression and her family scared that, should he die, "she might just be too upset - you know?". She said he was "laid back". Actually he had given up. He needed feeding round the clock. He was as small as a mouse. Using a small banana shaped feeding bottle three times his length, which the Vet gave me, I tried to persuade him to suck. He spat out the nipple and instead became a soggy puppy-milk-bathed little "just like the cat brought in" creature. I was so scared I was making him cold and hastening his demise. The Vet had said, as he grows, add the milk to wet puppy food and let him try soup. In desperation on that first day, I added a small amount of milk to some puppy food, scooped it on my finger and began to hover my finger towards his pathetic little 5 week old soggy, furry head. With my finger about a centimetre from his tiny mouth, he suddenly gave a huge "shlrup" and all of the brown dollop went into his little frame. No coughing, no gagging, no chocking... I did it again... and again... I only stopped for fear of his getting tummy ache.

Two months later, I was still trying to persuade him that there are other ways to eat than being personally finger-fed by your devoted slave Hu-mum.
Pancho is named after Pancho Gonzales, the first to be filmed, Fighter for the rights of Mexican Peasants, who used to phone the US film Companies to say where when the next battle would start (it had to be when the sun was up - no lighting for films then - early days!)

He and Maisy immediately hit it off and played together with great joy. Maisy did make sure he knew she was in charge but Pancho didn't notice that. He actually has his own unique style and approach to life. He does what he likes.
Well, mine and Maisy's Pancho, may have looked the size of two very fluffy tennis balls, and the Vet might not have been able to find his balls, being that they were smaller than pin-heads early on... but before he was one year old, in one department he proved to be very advanced.

Maisy's babies, which the Vet said would be no more than 3, probably 2, arrived just before Pancho's 1st birthday. All five! Only two eventually took after Maisy in spiky hair-dos. The rest are, as children keep telling me, "so cute!" with silky long wavy fur.

Maisy had kept me up all night insisting I stroked her tummy. All night.

The first to arrive was in such a tight birth sack even Maisy's teeth couldn't penetrate it and neither could my special scissors, until I used my finger nail... out slid a large-walnut sized little black thing... I rubbed her sides hard with a face cloth, while over the phone the Vet said, "rub harder than you think you should"... Then she squiggled and turned! I put her to Maisy's tummy where the second puppy was already latched on and drinking. Maisy was busy producing number three of the five.

When the puppies were 6 weeks old I came in to the room to see Maisy curled up outside the puppy-pen making terrible little grunting noises. She had jumped over the puppy pen and caught her back mammary gland on the top of the pen (which had poking up bits - stupidly).

She was in agony and seemed to be dying. I rushed to the Vet in numbness. For a week Maisy spent all day at the Vets' coming home to sleep in my bed at night. Then Maisy's mammary gland died. The area, much larger than a 50p coin (and this is one of the smallest dogs) became black, necrotic. The Vets cut off the necrotic material. A huge red exposed area of Maisy's tummy was left with no skin and no skin to cover it. Only one option lay ahead. It had to heal itself. Every few hours I had to bathe it in saline. Maisy had antibiotics. Her puppies were taken to the homes of the Veterinary Nurses so they did not bother her. We waited.

During this time I decided that the little black puppy most like Maisy as far as you could tell was going to stay with me.

Then the first-born puppy showed sings of weakness when jumping up. I checked her. Yes, her right back leg seemed weaker. I would not let her go to anyone else in case they did not make allowances, she probably had a birth injury.

I continued to bathe Maisy as she squirmed around and I got soaked, and visit the puppies at the Vets'. Then Maisy was back in hospital again as she had become weak. I could hardly talk. Maisy was "that one dog" the Vet had said. He understood when I said "I know I shouldn't say this to you, but I can't tell you what Maisy is to me. She has literally saved me from going under. She is the very best friend I have ever had." He understood. He said "In life you get that one dog. The one who is part of you so much that they are you." He's such a lovely man! He understands me - like me he does not watch David Attenborough kind of animal films "in case any of them die or get abandoned." I cannot not even recover from an ordinary film about a Goat-Herder I saw years ago.

After 10 weeks of saline bathing, medication, and being so brave, Maisy's wound healed! She has a perfectly healed part of her body where the only clue is a missing nipple! It is hard to find a scar.

One day a man with whom I was at primary school came to my house. I was about three paces from him in my kitchen, he being through the door in the Dining room. Suddenly Snowdrop, the first-born, aged 3 months, began the loudest, most blood-curdling and piercing kind of whistling shrieks, such that I have never heard from a dog. I rushed to her saying "What happened? Did you see? What did you do?" He was right next to her, she was under the table absolutely terrified, shaking so much she was difficult to pick up. He walked very closely, slowly past me, smiling a kind of very pleased and satisfied smile. He did not say a word. I felt as if he were sneering at Snowdrop or me. He didn't answer any of my repeated questions "What happened? Did you see?" not even say "Is she alright?" He was pleased.

That night, he raped me.

Since that night, my little family of rescued dogs have truly rescued me. They have been my absolutely essential life-support. They sleep on the other side of my double bed. Well, more or less, as Snowdrop has an arrangement whereby she sleeps almost on my head. Without them I might not be alive today. We six are as one.

Tillybelle Sat 24-Aug-19 15:32:55

Speller! ugh! "sneaks" with delight? Nay! squeaks
obviously "sings of weakness are signs!

Tillybelle Sat 24-Aug-19 15:42:03

merlotgran
My deepest sympathies. To learn of a parent losing a child is something which leaves me without adequate words. I send my love to you, 💐🌈🦋

I also send much love to support you with Millie. It is my worst dread, knowing that one day it has to happen with my best friends. Thank God you have her daughter. I have experienced that the dogs I have had never leave me. I actually still cry for my Golden Retriever who only reached 8 years. But I know how lucky I was to have her. I don't know if you mind me saying God bless you, it's my way, some people have been put off anything about God which I do understand.

I do hope that blessings will come to you and you shall be comforted.
Love from Elle x

Annaram1 Sat 24-Aug-19 15:49:22

Lovely and sometimes sad stories here.

Oh Tillybelle!!! DO NOT CRITICISE!!! It is so off putting. As you say "Obviously..." it is obvious to the rest of us too, but we are polite enough not to comment. .

Minniemoo Sat 24-Aug-19 17:19:40

I live with chronic pain. It's a nightmare. However my little dog has been my saviour.

I put on my brave face for family and friends but my sweet little girl is always here for me. She'll lick away tears and nuzzle up when I'm feeling down.

My life saver

grannyactivist Sat 24-Aug-19 22:50:23

Ours is a rescue dog in every sense: we rescued him and in return his presence has helped to save the sanity of a dearly loved family member.

Buffybee Sun 25-Aug-19 00:39:28

Annaram1, if you read Tillybelle's post, you would realise that she was correcting her own post.
Not criticizing anyone else.

mbody Sun 25-Aug-19 08:41:24

Dogs are patient and kind mostly which always helps everyone they come into contact with