
We have just had a wonderful weekend meeting my Auntie and four cousins who live in America. As a surprise for my Aunt's 80th birthday, her four daughters arranged a surprise trip to the UK. We didn't have much time to organise things, but had a lovely meal in a typical "English country pub" and today drove them around the local moorland/countryside which we so take for granted. They were so grateful and overwhelmed by our beautiful British countryside, that it made me realise just how we take it for granted as it's only five minutes from home. I sat on a bench with my Mum and Aunt, whilst my husband took my cousins for a short stroll and my Aunt was quite amazed at how friendly everyone was and how much freedom our dogs are afforded. As we chatted afterwards, everyone was amazed that I felt safe enough to spend hours there each day, just mooching around and passing the time of day with others.
What has surprised me the most, is how similar we all are. All four cousins are just dog mad. Cousin One travels worldwide working as an American Consul and whilst on her postings, works with local rescues and arranges to fly dogs back to the US for adoption. She has a Terv and Giant Schnauzer.
Cousin No 2 is in a similar line of work, and has been fundamental in setting up welfare charities in China and Thailand. Recently she working with a charity rescuing dogs from Bosnia. She told quite a scary story about how they have to do night runs, and cross borders pretending that each of the rescue workers owns 8 of the dogs they have on board. Usually there are 6 people and 48 dogs per trip, and she is often travelling with people who she has never met before. She has no dogs of her own at the moment, but she usually has a house full of fosters. In her 'spare' time she makes beautiful crafted goods, such as quilts, aprons, etc to raise funds for numerous animal charities and has offered to make me some as I am involved with Golden Retriever and German Shepherd Rescue. An offer I will definitely take her up on.
Cousin No 3 adores all animal and currently has a arab (horse) and an Afghan which is a registered "therapy" dog. Apparently all the Therapy Dog testers came out to watch when she had to undertake her test, as they had never had an Afghan qualify.
Cousin No 4 has a Spanish Water Dog who is her pride and joy. She was quick to add that she has had him for many years, long before we had even heard of the Obama's. He sounds a great fun dog and is adored by my Aunt.
It is obvious that all of them adore dogs. What is the most surprising is that my Aunt was badly savaged for three escaped guard dogs when she was a child and as a consequence was terrified of dogs, so the children were not reared in a doggie environment. Apparently if my Aunt used to see a dog she would cross the road to avoid walking past it, yet all the children developed a great love for dogs. It does make me wonder whether it is somehow in the genes.
It was very sad saying goodbye, and it was awful seeing my Mum and her Sister so upset, but wI have exchanged email addresses with my cousins and I will definitely be keeping in touch and would love to think that we will see each other again.
Sorry to have rambled on, but I have so enjoyed my weekend and feel very proud of the work they do.