Hi All,
I was not able to attend at the weekend due to an accident. I had arranged to travel down with the caravan and my GSD with the whippets as well. As you know last week we had some terrible rain and my kennels got flooded out. I had bathed the Whippets and powdered under their arms to make them smell nice and decided it was time to feed the Shepherds. I only have 2 now and Last week one of them pulled a heater off the wall. It was an electric heater but it was unusual for them to touch it. anyway it was switched off I decided to sort it out the next day. The rains came down and the kennel was under 3" of water with the heater in the water. It turned out to be LIVE. I actualy stood on the heater barefoot when I had got their food. It threw me to the ground. Then Tommy went and stood on it and was screaming so I grabed him and it trew me off again. I tried a second time and managed to pull him off the heater but he was screaming and bit me threw my hand going through one finger, Then Jack came rushing to see what was wrong and stood on the heater. I tried and tried to pull him off. I was thrown off time and time again, and I then rushed to switch the electric off. When I got back he was motionless. I tried to revive him giving mouth to nose and heart massage but to no avail. Because of my bad heart and Angina I was quite ill myself but my poor boy suffered the ultimate sacrifice for his dad. I believe he rushed over because Tommy was biting me and he wanted to protect me. The house is empty right now and I have lost a very special friend. I am lucky the Whippets live in doors so they were safe. Because the ground was hard the water just ran off into my kennels. I just had to explain why I wasn't there because I am still getting hate mail for not showing my Whippets enough. From now on I just don't care.
It will never be the same again. He just recently obtained his stud book number.
I am still suffering the effects. My 2 yrs old Grandson who just idolised him keeps asking where Jack is. What can I say to a little boy that has lost his best friend. I keep breaking down in tears all this week and can't get my head around why this has happened.
Mike
I was not able to attend at the weekend due to an accident. I had arranged to travel down with the caravan and my GSD with the whippets as well. As you know last week we had some terrible rain and my kennels got flooded out. I had bathed the Whippets and powdered under their arms to make them smell nice and decided it was time to feed the Shepherds. I only have 2 now and Last week one of them pulled a heater off the wall. It was an electric heater but it was unusual for them to touch it. anyway it was switched off I decided to sort it out the next day. The rains came down and the kennel was under 3" of water with the heater in the water. It turned out to be LIVE. I actualy stood on the heater barefoot when I had got their food. It threw me to the ground. Then Tommy went and stood on it and was screaming so I grabed him and it trew me off again. I tried a second time and managed to pull him off the heater but he was screaming and bit me threw my hand going through one finger, Then Jack came rushing to see what was wrong and stood on the heater. I tried and tried to pull him off. I was thrown off time and time again, and I then rushed to switch the electric off. When I got back he was motionless. I tried to revive him giving mouth to nose and heart massage but to no avail. Because of my bad heart and Angina I was quite ill myself but my poor boy suffered the ultimate sacrifice for his dad. I believe he rushed over because Tommy was biting me and he wanted to protect me. The house is empty right now and I have lost a very special friend. I am lucky the Whippets live in doors so they were safe. Because the ground was hard the water just ran off into my kennels. I just had to explain why I wasn't there because I am still getting hate mail for not showing my Whippets enough. From now on I just don't care.
It will never be the same again. He just recently obtained his stud book number.
I am still suffering the effects. My 2 yrs old Grandson who just idolised him keeps asking where Jack is. What can I say to a little boy that has lost his best friend. I keep breaking down in tears all this week and can't get my head around why this has happened.
Mike
R.I.P Jack
