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Dylan's Story

 BRNGB

Come and say hello to Dylan. We thought you would like to read his story. Just a few weeks ago, we were contacted by his family. They had tried other rehoming rescues, but were turned away, and one of them suggested us, as a breed specific rescue. We thought Dylan was 11 -12, and with little chance of rehoming, but we have never turned a dog down and we pulled out all the stops to find this lonely man a home. 

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Michelle stepped forward. She agreed to take him, without hesitiation, as a long term foster. This means he will stay with Michelle and her family in comfort and peace until he passes. We will pay for his medical care and treatment, plus anything else he needs. 

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Michelle tells his story so far, in her own words. Some of it doesn't make easy reading, and we all thought the worst was going to have to come at one time or another, but Michelle has persevered, against all the odds, plus with the help and suport of our wonderful fostering team in our foster forum.

We can now begin his tale....

"Just over a week ago we welcomed Dylan into our home, what a week it has been for all of us, but none more so than Dylan.

BRNGB contacted me to ask if I could foster an older hound of around 11-12yrs old who didn’t like men and was somewhat grumpy, so I was expecting a grumpy old hound with a little attitude towards men.

We know a little of Dylan's history, he has been with the same family since he was a pup. He belonged to a lady who unfortunately died last year, he had only ever eaten human food and whatever she ate he ate and off a china plate no less!! He hadn’t been to the vets for a while, and since his owner died no one has been able to get near him. We also found out he is actually 15 years old.

So Dylan arrived in the back of a car with the owner’s son, when he opened the boot I saw this extremely frightened old boy. On closer inspection I then saw the complete state of him. His nails where so long, some curled over into his pads and his skin was bright red and he looked filthy.

After chatting with the owner's son I found out that Dylan was hardly walked and couldn’t be touched without him throwing a complete fit and turning into Jaws! I asked the son to get Dylan out the car and he said he couldn’t, due to him biting.

So we switched to plan B! We had to put a coat and blanket over his head so we could pick him up, he was not a happy hound and this was only the beginning!

Finally, after some time of Dylan meeting my hounds and managing to get him indoors, the fun started. The first night he was extremely stressed and paced round the lounge with stress panting. He could also hardly walk which was so sad to see due to his nails and total lack of any body muscle, that first night I had 2hrs sleep and received my first bite as he touched my leg which sent him into a biting frenzy and the nickname Jaws was born.

The next stage was how on earth we could get him to the vets! He needed medical help due to his skin and nails as I could also see pussy scabs on his back, so the muzzle was tried, hence 2 stitches in my hand, so we used the coat trick again and finally we got him to the vets.

The vet had to sedate him and it took 4 of us to hold him while they tried to cut his nails, the vet was not impressed at the state of Dylan and the aggression but we kept going. More sedation followed as he urgently needed an antibiotic bath for his skin, poor Dylan as if he hadn’t had enough in 24hrs, now he needed all this treatment.

So, we left him at the vets where they had a hell of the time as they thought he was sedated only to find he fought it and was extremely aggressive and difficult to the point where my vets won’t see him again unless life threatening due to the stress on Dylan and the fact that they need their hands to work. It also turned out he is completely deaf and 90% blind so no wonder he was petrified.

Steroids and antibiotics were brought home and Dylan went on hunger strike, there was no way I could get the pills into him which he urgently needed, luckily I could inject him (which I had done many times with having horses ect)

The main concern was the aggression as any sudden movement or touch to Dylan and he would fly for you, to the point where he chased my hubby round the lounge in full jaws mode and also us both being held hostage on the sofa as if we tried to move Jaws appeared.

Close friends said I was stupid and cruel and Dylan should be put down. I understood why they said that and thought we would take each day as it comes and if he doesn’t improve and isn’t any happier then we might have to go down that road.

I made a desensitize stick so we could very slowly touch Dylan without being bitten and he seems to not mind it, slowly he started to have a little trust in us and us in him, although he still doesn’t like my hubby very much!

4-5 days in and finally Dylan started to eat which meant he could have some meds and a full tummy, while watching TV I felt this slobbery wet chops (yes I know you basset owners know what I mean) on my knee and it was Dylan!! Asking for some fuss!!!

This was the start of the wonderful  hound starting to trust me, later that day we went into garden and Dylan walked by my side and even felt confident enough to wander off on his own, yes, I admit it, he made me cry! This brave old hound was finally starting to be happy.

This then gets better and better as he now asks for fuss, he has been running round the garden! Yes I did say running... and playing with my youngest hound!

The moral of Dylans story……………just because it’s difficult and old never give up on a hound. Every hound deserves a chance and that what BRNGB have given Dylan

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People say we have done great with Dylan and we haven’t really, it just took some time, patience, love and understanding.

Dylan has given us a chance not the other way round xx"

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So Dylan has a chance, a chance to live his remaining life in peace. This is why we do what we do. This is why we fundraise, this is why we ask for donations and volunteers and this is why we will carry on doing what we do. We give them a chance. 

We can't thank Michelle and her family enough for what she is doing for Dylan. She's really an incredible woman.

We promise to keep you all informed of Dylan's progress. 

 

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