'I will try make this story short, in real life it is a whole book. Well, let's start from the beginning!
I have a wonderful animal lover Instagram friend in the UK name Christina and one day she tagged me in a picture of a very cute dog and said something like "look at this cute dog, she must be a whippet". I just liked the picture and replied "yes, very cute!". At that moment this picture of this tiny skinny dog got stuck in my head.
Days passed and then I got a emergency message from my friend "You need to share this post they are in big need of help 40+ dogs needs home asap!". Of course I shared the post and then this picture of the dog popped up in my head again. I messaged and asked Eve if she was adopted and no, she had no home offer. Bea was not one of the 40+ dogs but she was about to be euthanised in a council pound in another part of Cyprus. And that was the start of my first mission to convince my hubby that we could have a 3rd dog.
I screenshotted her picture on my iPad and started to work on my hubby. I started to show her picture and read her post and said how sad it was that she was going to be euthanized. He said "Yes that's horrible, very sad." Every evening before bed for a whole week I was showing him the picture and said "Look at her she will die soon!" After a weeks work he said yes we can foster her. YES!
It was a start. I emailed Eve and so the adoption process started. We had our home check and we had an agreement of an adoption. I told WAHF I will never let Bea go to another family. And I never will.
Now it was on. Bea was neutered in Cyprus and received all vaccines. She was cared for until her flight to Sweden was arranged and booked. Words can't describe my feelings when I first saw this skinny, happy little dog. First my oldest dog wasn't too nice to Bea when first meeting her. I separated them with a little fence between them for a long time before I could have them getting along in the same room without being apart.
The other challenge was to get her calm. Bea ran like crazy, she was not playing all the time, she was fearful and running for her life inside and outside. I had to be quick and catch her when she came running so she didn't hurt herself or anyone else. It took two years for her to understand no one is chasing her. The worst experience I have had with her was after we'd had her for two weeks and my husband took her for a bike run. When they came back my husband was pleased and we thought she was too, until I got the leash and she bit my arm. It was not a fun experience but I wasn't afraid, I saw she was afraid. The experience from the bike run for her was that she was running in a place she had never been before. She continued running but was so scared so when she came to the one she felt safe with all her fear suddenly let loose and that was on me. I asked a dog behaviourist about the situation and this is what she told me. Bea didn't mean to hurt me, she was just afraid.
I have trained Bea for many years as I have done with my old dogs. She's always been wonderful to my kids, never growls or shows her teeth to anyone. We are still teaching her that she doesn't need to say hi to every single dog we see. She barks very much like a siren if she isn't allowed to meet and say hi to passing dogs. She is very clever, kind, lovable and alert and I love her to death. I never regret bringing Bea into our home. She will now be safe and loved for the rest of her life.
I hope this story helps and that people get strength to keep training and fighting to help these poor wonderful souls who need families and love and consistent upbringing, the same all dogs need. Love. Family. Freedom.'
- Katrin Franzen