Bruno's Story

"Hello, my name is Bruno.

I am a 2 year old Staffordshire Bull Terrier.  I am in a lovely home now with my mummy but things weren't always this way...

When I was 8 months old, I ran away from home.  It was a silly thing to do, but I was only a puppy and I didn't know how scary being outside was: I had never been out of my garden before - in fact, I had never really been out of my shed.  But I hadn't eaten for days and I was so hungry I decided to brave it.  I didn't mean to leave home for good, I just went to get find some food.  I'd just spotted some rubbish bins to investigate, when a nasty man grabbed me with a giant fishing pole and took me to a place they call "The Pound".  I think it is some sort of prison for dogs.  I don't know why they took me there.  I am not a bad dog.

The Pound was scary.  Everyone was barking and trying to get out, but no-one came to help us.  Sometimes, the nasty man would come in and take one of the other dogs away.  They never came back.  The older dogs said they had gone to P-T-S.  I didn't know where PTS was, but it sounded like a horrible place.

I kept trying to get out, I was sure my family was looking for me, but the nasty man said my owners didn't want me anymore; he said they weren't coming to get me from prison, that I was never going home and that I would have to be put to sleep.  I was heartbroken, I missed my family and my shed.  But I was very tired.  Going to sleep didn't sound so bad, I was so exhausted, could have slept for an eternity.

One day, a kind lady came to visit, she gave me a cuddle and took some photos of me - this is me with Pound lady, in the picture on the left.  I was so scared back then, she nicknamed me Daisy.  

Pound lady said she was going to get me out!  I didn't believe her at first, but one day she came to get me and put me in her car.  When we got out again, there was another lady waiting for us.  I knew she was a good lady, because she gave me some food, I think it was chicken.  It tasted GREAT.  Then I noticed she had a DOG with her!  

At first I was very frightened.  Apart from in the dog prison, I had never met another dog.  It was a girl dog and I soon decided Jada (girl dog) was quite pretty, so I followed her and we went for a walk together.  I was so frightened, there lots of loud noises and CARS.  So many cars!  At least I had Jada to look after me.  She was confident so I felt safe with her.

I couldn't believe it when they took me back to prison.  I really liked Jada and her mummy.  I guessed maybe they just didn't like me.

But then, about a week later, pound lady took me out again, only this time, I travelled far far away.  She took me to a very busy place called LONDON.  I didn't know anything about London, but it was REALLY noisy and I hoped it wasn't anywhere near P-T-S.   When I finally got out the station, I had the biggest surprise of my life. I turned the corner and Jada's mummy was there waiting for me!  I was so happy to see her I licked her all over! She gave me a cuddle and more CHICKEN! 

Then she took me home.  Her house was much nicer than my old shed, and I had Jada to snuggle up next to. I was so tired I collapsed on the floor as soon as we walked in.  It was hard to sleep because my chest was so infected I couldn't breathe properly.  Mummy said my lungs rattled so much they sounded like a motorbike engine.  When I woke up, mummy was talking to Nanny and stroking my sides, saying how I was so thin my ribs were sticking out and that I would have to see a V-E-T the next day.  She said it would take at least 4 baths to get the smell of wee and poo out of my fur.  This is me, all clean and refreshed, after my bath, with Jada, my new friend: 

Over the next few months, I had to learn so much about the world.  At first I found everything very scary.  I had never really seen humans before, or cars, or motorcycles, or buses, or DOGS!  I didn't know what was happening, so I barked and tried to look scary whenever anything I didn't understand came near me.  My new mummy said I had 'fear aggression' because I had spent too much time in my shed.  She told me she would NEVER let anyone hurt me and taught me how to trust.  When I felt frightened, she would show me my favourite thing in the world - my TENNIS BALL!  Everything seemed less scary with my ball in my mouth.  In the park, I was so busy catching my tennis ball, I soon forgot about the other dogs and all the human men.

I've been with my new mummy for almost a year and a half now. These days, I am much more confident.  I know now that men are not going to hit me so instead of running away, I try to sit on their laps!  I am not scared of cars anymore either.  This is me teaching mummy how to drive: 

SO much has happened since I left The Pound.   I am rather popular in the local park - everyone says I have come so far since I got my new mummy and moved out of my shed.  With Jada's help, I learnt not to be so scared of things.  She made me feel much safer and with her by my side, I started to have FUN.  I even learnt to smile again: 

I still like to hang out with other dogs - but my favourite things will always be my mummy and my tennis balls.... And not necessarily in that order!

Best of all, I know that my new mummy will never EVER let me go.  I don't have to worry about what P-T-S means, because I know she would never send me there.  She loves me so much, she even lets me sleep in her bed under the covers.

Last year, she changed all her holiday plans so that she could take me with her, so I wouldn't have to go back to prison while she was away.   This is me, starring in my very own video, with Jada and Baby Cocoa.  As you can see, my holiday was quite an adventure.  At last I am part of a proper FAMILY - and I LOVE IT!

Life really couldn't be any better.

Love Bruno xx