About me

And more to the point, how did I end up here?

I’m Emma. I’m an English teacher and writer based in South-West France. I’ve always been an animal lover and my heart belongs to rescues. I’ve never had a dog that wasn’t.

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This is me with our family cocker spaniel. I’ve always loved cockers. If I could go with one breed, cockers would be it. American, English, working… I don’t care. That said, volunteering is a bit like experimenting in a library with a load of new book types. I’ve become a massive fan of wire-haired fox terriers (because they’re small and think they’re rottweilers, not unlike me) and I love big muttley types. Rotties are also fabulous, and I’m a beagle fan too. If it’s scruffy, I’ll love it. If it’s needy and vulnerable, I’ll love it. If it’s a bit shouty, I’ll love it. That goes for people too.

My dogs

Currently I have four dogs. That’s three of my own and one in foster. I also foster for the refuge from time to time. Last year, I had seventeen little fosterees who stayed for a night or two until they found a home. Some make it through the week before they’re rehomed. One great big lump has been here over a year, but it doesn’t always go like that. I often have a bathroom full of kittens during kitty season too. When I bring a dog home these days, I get a look from two of mine that says, ‘Oh no!’ and one of mine who says ‘Oh yes!’ When I bring kitties home, I get a look from all four that says ‘Oh yes!’

Tilly has been with me the longest. She is a pedigree American cocker and she is the apple of my eye. She reminded me all about accidental peeing, about dogs that root through the bins, about dogs who don’t like being touched, and about pushing chairs under so she can’t check out the table the moment I stand up. She came to me aged five when her family returned to the UK without her, and she’s now been here seven years. She likes to lie with her legs out like a frog and she is the only dog who sleeps on my bed the whole night. Tilly is a shouty princess and doesn’t like dog-dog kisses, or puppies who don’t have an off switch. She doesn’t care if they are 5 kg or 50 kg. She sits nearest to the kitchen just in case the fridge spontaneously blows up and food needs protecting in her stomach.

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She likes to get dirty and thought she is small, she once chased a stag. She knows no fear. She’ll also do anything for a biscuit. Her heel is perfect if I have rawhide about my person.

When Tilly arrived with me, she didn’t know how to play. She plays a little now and she loves squeaky toys. She’s also learned the joy of chasing things, the fun of finding pheasants in bushes, the pleasure of sitting on a sofa by my side rather than always being in her basket, and the happiness of walks.

I love my scruffy Tilly Popper.

After Tilly came my puppy, Heston. He’d been left in a box with his siblings as a day-old pup and was subsequently hand-raised. He’s been with me since he was seven weeks old. I’m responsible for all his great behaviour and all of his shouty, barky teenage ways. He’s five now and he’s currently working on his gundog skills having blasted through heelwork to music and then tracking and scentwork. He’s a dab hand at finding lost dogs in the forest and he found fourteen lost dogs last year. Heston is a dog’s dog. He loves to play with other dogs and he’s always patient with puppies. Older dogs need a bit of a gentle introduction but he soon remembers his manners even if he likes to set out his stall first. Heston is a flat-coated retriever x collie cross and he is beautiful. He is so smart and so energetic.

 

A hunter once offered me 500€ for Heston. He’s that good at tracking things. Butterflies, swallows, crows, jays, herons, partridge, pheasant, grouse, rabbit, hare, roe deer, wild boar, deer… Heston will chase it all. To be fair, he’s become much more exclusive as a grown-up and hare are his favourite. When he finds his target, he usually wags his tail and barks at it if it doesn’t respond. He’s the only dog I know that didn’t understand why the fox he’d just found didn’t want to play with him. It was for that reason I stopped doing heelwork and agility with him and started scentwork. He was just going through the motions. Now we’re doing a lot of gundog stuff to help him master his chase urges when distinguishing scents. No good getting distracted if you’re in hare territory.

After Heston, there was Amigo… the dog I hand-picked as bomb-proof and non-aggressive with other dogs… the dog that got in a scrap with Heston the moment he arrived. Amigo is a people’s dog rather than a dog’s dog. He’d be very happy to be the only dog and he suffers others. Amigo is an introverted soul among all my happy extroverts. Where they are happy to have new stuff presented to them, Amigo would rather stay by my side. Happily, he settled down (though it took four months of hard work and patient integration) and now Amigo is the one dog who ALWAYS looks at me with those eyes that say ‘please let it be me and you and nobody else’.

 

Meego (as he is better known) is my most obedient dog and he is my absolute treasure. He came to me aged (maybe) seven from the refuge and he’s very happy to be here now. Meego is my dream dog. He’s a super hunter as well and he loves chasing rabbit. He once brought me a boar piglet that he’d killed. That was nice of him. Where Heston wags and barks at things, Meeg has the killer inside. Best guess is that he is a griffon x border collie. To be honest, he’s as muttley as it’s possible to be. I only ever saw one dog like him. He is my treasure. He also has a bullet in his shoulder from his former life, whatever that might have been. He came to the refuge in February 2014 and came to live with me two months later. Sadly, it’s easy to know how he was taught such good manners; a fly swatter made him hide beneath the table. Amigo had a stroke back in January 2017, and another in August – we’re navigating the joys of canine cognitive dysfunction and enjoying our time together.

Tobby was my most recent addition. He passed away in November 2016 and he has left the most massive hole in my heart – so much so that I pine for Malinois and it hurts every time I see one of his discarded toys. He got to the ripe age of fifteen, having been here twenty-one glorious months. I took him because I thought he had maybe a couple of weeks left, and my mercy mission turned into a full-on adoption. He got slower and slower as arthritis gave way to cauda equida syndrome and to neurological problems as he aged. Tobby had the worst arthritis I ever saw a dog to have and still be walking. He walked like that old vampire who was all stiff and weird. Tobby didn’t care. He had a wonderful time here for his retirement. He was just a darling. Though he couldn’t sit and give a paw easily, he still tried. He also stared at me intently and liked to keep me in his eyeline in his basket at night. He just looked at me in that way that makes me wonder if he’s just taking me in. Tobby taught me all about predatory drift and separation anxiety and how malis can be flock managers as well as police dogs and security guys.

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Tobby mostly had a toy in his mouth. He didn’t want you to play with him, he just wanted to carry it around. Tobby loved kittens and he loved other dogs. I miss him most with the entirety of my heart. My next dog will be a malinois, I know it for sure.

Tobby took the place of the dog who is always missing from my soul and the dog who was my dog number four. That dog was Ralf. I started with two dogs and then went to three. Three was my limit until Ralf strayed from the refuge (it happens!) and made his way 10km where I found him on his way to my house (at least, that’s where I think he was going). Ralf was a huge labrador/shepherd cross of twelve years old. He’d been a guard dog all his life. He was Golden Oldie of the Month – Mr November, no less – for Dogs Today Magazine. In dog years, he was 108. Ralf dug holes all over my garden, stole sugar from the cupboard, rooted through the bins, took things off the table, hogged the sofa, went crazy when he saw badgers and once carried the dead boar pig over five kilometres. He’s the only dog I ever had to tell off for trying to bring a dead thing in the car.

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I miss Ralf enormously. All 45kg of him. His massive paws left huge prints there and I can safely say there will never be another Ralf. He had a burst spleen aged 13 and the vet found his liver and lungs were also riddled with tumours. I’d say he had a good innings, but he had 12 years of living at a sawmill and 7 months of chasing badgers and lying on sofas. Ralf taught me that you should always have room in your home for a dog who needs you and he taught me that badgers give as good as they get, even old wounded ones.

At the moment, I have a semi-permanent lodger who is both marvellous and an enormous pest: Mr Effel aka The Feff.

The Feff belonged to an old lady who went into a nursing home. She didn’t want her dogs to go to the shelter, so our secretary convinced me to take them. I did because one was a blind labrador. I thought The Feff would find a home and the blind labrador would live out his days here. Well, the blind labrador found a home and The Feff has been hanging around like a bad smell ever since. Luckily, I was equipped with the ways of the shepherd having been taught well by Tobby. Predatory drift x 10 for this guy who likes to chase lawnmowers, bikes and joggers. He’s fab with other dogs, although he and Heston have man wars about man stuff that involves a lot of staring and posturing.

There you have it. My dogs. As for the techno stuff, I’m a Canon fan. I have bog-standard entry-level equipment, a top-of-the-line 50mm lens, Photoshop and a night school photography qualification that was more about getting down and dirty with chemicals in darkrooms than it was about using cloning to edit out dog slobber and accidental excitements. I photograph dogs at the refuge. Well, that’s one of the things I do. It’s my way of helping to find them homes, since I already have three dogs of my own and I don’t have room for another hundred or so. I’m also a member of the board of trustees at the refuge, where we decide important stuff like staffing, budgets and how to deal with large donations, as well as the not-so-important stuff like where we can get a cheap supply of pens. I’m particularly interested in dog rehabilitation after abusive or traumatic homes, and how we can make the shelter the best stepping-stone we can. I don’t have to do much. The director and the president have it all wrapped up. I love the shelter and the more I learn about dogs and their needs, the more I realise just what an amazing place our shelter is.

My worst dog moment was when a dog called Nichman decided that play might involve a bit of light humping with me on the floor in the mud. My best dog moment was getting two ‘untouchable’ bitey, fearful spaniels eating out of my hands in less than two minutes and accepting cuddles within an hour. My best dog photography moment was winning a year’s supply of Dogs’ Today magazine. My worst dog photography moments are too numerous to mention but are getting fewer and further between.

I took up the books again to become a dog trainer and canine behaviour practitioner, where I completed my thesis on assessment of aggression in the shelter. I do deal with a fair number of grumbly dogs, but they are no worse than grumbly teenagers and usually smell less offensive. Secretly, I quite like walking the antisocial ones as I get to walk by myself and continue my ongoing series of conversations with dogs.

My masters in Change Leadership would have been easier if it were acceptable to clicker-train humans, though I confess I use biscuit and cake in the same way with humans. Luckily, the psychology bit of my first degree is as useful now as the learning bit of my Masters and the camera stuff of my night school studies. It all came together in the end. I still teach and I am involved at a senior level with GCSE English assessment in the UK. I like seeing potential achieved, and that is true of all my students, be they human, canine or feline.

The pages on this website are written in response to common issues raised by our adoptants and my posts are rooted in the work of pet ethologists, behaviourists and positive dog trainers as well as my own case studies and practice.

Thanks very much for reading!

Courses followed:

The International School of Canine Psychology and Behaviour: diploma

Sirius Dog Training: 4-day puppy training course

Chirag Patel: Aggression – From Brain to Bite

Dr Brian Hare: Dognition