Rescues

Mafutha

I have found my new home...

*Mafutha playing in the flowers*

*Mafutha getting vaccinated on Clinic day*

Mafutha was one of the four lucky ones to be  rescued by one of our members right after they were born.She took great care of them and manage the found homes for everyone..but decided to keep this little poser:) He's absolutely adorable and just loves the camera..

What a disabled dog taught me about how to live

By Lynn Ferreira, Skilpadstasie

Anyone who drives through the township areas of Clanwilliam has seen the scores of dogs in various stages of neglect – underfed, mange-ridden, shivering, beaten, abused, perpetually pregnant.  There are so many of them, and the challenge of helping them seems so huge, that it is tempting just to say “shame”, shake your head, and drive on. Who has the time to get involved in helping animals that their own owners don’t seem to care about?

Three years ago I decided that I had the time. I used to pick up a builder, Kallie, from his home in Hopland to take him to our farm where he was working.  One day I asked him if there was anyone in Clanwilliam who tried to help the miserable dogs roaming the streets. Yes, he said, Georgia Sinclair.

I went to see Georgia and she showed me how to treat dogs with mange. I treated two dogs belonging to a neighbour of Kallie’s.

Then I met Kollie. Kollie is a tiny dog, with eyes too big for his head, and ears the size of a bat’s.

The day I first saw him he was walking alongside Ouma Klimmetjies, a woman on a nearby farm who I gave lifts to. He was not really walking though, he was hobbling on three legs, pitifully dragging his front left paw along the ground.

I stopped and asked Ouma Klimmetjies what was wrong with the dog. Four months earlier, she told me, a smokkelaar had come to the farm to sell papsakke. Kollie had barked at him; the smokkelaar kicked him, kicked him so hard he broke the dog’s leg.

Ouma Klimmetjies lived 30km out of town and did not have money to go to the vet. So Kollie was living in constant pain, the bone of his broken leg exposed, the wound still raw.

I bandaged the leg, gave Kollie antibiotics, and took him to Dr Longland in Lamberts Bay, expecting to have to amputate the bottom half of the leg. But Dr Dave said the paw below the break was still alive, and amputation was not necessary.

Six weeks later, the wound had healed, and tough skin grew over the break. The paw still does not function and Kollie still limps, but he can keep up with all the other farm dogs on his three remaining legs.  The tiny dog with the heart of a lion inspired me to do something for all the dogs on the farm – I now regularly treat them for mange and dip them to combat ticks and fleas.

I stayed in touch with Georgia, and early in 2009 helped her to relaunch CLAWS with the involvement of more people.

Several months later, I heard that the smokkelaar who kicked Kollie had died of AIDS.

Muzzie

Cheryl a member of CLAWS was driving along the N7 when a white car slowed down and dropped a puppy on the road and sped off…

Well Cheryl stopped jumped out her car to save the poor little thing before it was squash by a truck while now running it the middle lane completely bewildered!

Cheryl being dressed to kill and with heels,  ran after the pup dodging  hooting cars and trucks on the N7 of all roads.  Well saving the pup being first priority she owner of the white car was gone and nobody stopped to help Cheryl in her efforts.

This was three weeks ago…

Muzzie ended up sleeping on Cheryl’s pillow and being washed in environ face wash.  She was covered in ticks and had a touch of mange.  Muzzie has gone from one thing to another – eating poisonous scorpions to berries to tick full blown tick bite fever.

She has received the best care and most love she could hope for from Cheryl.  Cheryl has also decided to keep Muzzie for the rest of her little life. 



Little Muzzie

SCABBY

Scabby before when he arrived on the dorstep of Sandy and Wayne Atrill

Scabby after lots of love and care- this is what we strive to achive help us


Lucky



This little stranger made his appearance on one of our member's farm earlier this year. The poor thing was so scared and just skin and bones. Someone saw her over Christmas in the mountains and tried to catch her, but she was to scared.
With her first visit to Dr Dave, he said he's only about 4 years old, and must have been hit by a car earlier in her life, since she walks with dificulty, but
She is now well looked after and happy and Lizette has decided to keep him and name him LUCKY. He could not have asked for a better home:)