One year ago I adopted my little pickle, Harvey. He came from Lesvos and was rescued by the wonderful Claire Lloyd, a lovely lady that the charity support an help to find homes to dogs she rescues.
I remember our conversation when doing the home check to see if I would be suitable to adopt him. Eve asked me if everyone in the house was happy about having another dog (I already had one called Charley) and I replied that there was only my husband and he just does as he is told!!! That made her laugh. And if I am honest, if it was down to my husband we would have no dogs so it's just as well it's up to me!
Harvey came to me late at night by an animal courier company. They had been travelling for 5 days and I was so excited but Harvey just wanted to get back in the van! I had to pick him up as he was rooted to the spot. Once inside I sat with him on my lap on the stairs and he was trembling, most probably wondering what on earth was going on. When Charley came to see what I had on my lap Harvey snapped at him!! A good start I thought. I put him on the floor and let him explore for a while before introducing him to the garden to do his business. Then we all went to bedand nobody got very much sleep.
The next few days were spent trying to gain his trust and making lots of fuss of him. He is so small that I kept losing him. I would find him under tables, beds, and behind furniture. All new to me I might add as I've only had big dogs before. Harvey started to follow me everywhere (and still does) and it was clear that I had another mummy's boy was in the making!
After a couple of weeks it became apparent that Harvey was not totally toilet trained and he would wee anywhere and everywhere. Rather annoying when it's in front of you!! So 3 weeks of strict toilet training put an end to that and he is now happily doing his business where he should.
Harvey loves going out for walks, going out in the car and snuggling up to me on the sofa. My husband and Harvey like to have a play fight daily which I find hysterical. He loves playing with his toys especially his squeaky balls and he likes to nibble on my nose for some strange reason too!
Adopting Harvey, or my pretty pickle as I also refer to him as, has been very rewarding. I love him with all my heart as does my husband......not so much with Charley though. However, they tolerate each other and live in harmony which is the main thing.
I was lucky enough to meet up with Claire Lloyd and take Harvey to see her again. We had a lovely day and there was a tearful farewell.
Thank you Eve for putting his picture on Facebook. I cannot imagine my life without this little boy who is now very confident, loving, and absolutely gorgeous. He has a lovely life, a far cry from his previous one tied to a tree by a farmer in Greece. He is very much loved and wanted and along with Charley, he is also my baby and always will be.
Keep up the good work!