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Beech House, Seaville,
Cumbria,
UK
This is the home of
the Seaville English Setters.
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All of the English Setters who live here have come to us through the Rescue. We have had many Setters come to stay with us short and long term. Usually the 'oldies' come to spend their retirement years with us. It is not unusual for dogs of twelve upwards to come and reside for the rest of their days on our many settees and armchairs.
Because of this, in the fifteen years we have been helping with the Rescue, we have had to say goodbye to numerous lovely dogs. It is incredibly upsetting - people seem to think that we get 'used' to it. This is simply not so. But the 'oldies' are part of helping with the Rescue and there is nothing you can do but accept it and make whatever time the dogs have left as happy and comfortable as possible.
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All of our dogs live as part of the family. We are fortunate
in having a old farm house along with several acres of land for them play and generally go
mad in. The paddock has 6ft fencing all the way around it to ensure their safety.
When we were fencing it all in one of the local farmers stopped and asked if we
were going to be keeping Ostriches. No not quite!
It is lovely to see them all tear into the paddock when you open the farmyard gate. Some of them taking with them anything they have 'found' in the yard - like the washing. When the field gets 'full up' I go out with a black bag and collect all the things that have gone walk-about. When the water man came to read our meter Smudge ran over to meet him with one of my bras that he had stolen from the washing line. I stayed hidden until he had driven away. Living with Setters is never normal. |
| Our vet thinks we are a brick short of a full load. Even
though they had an English Setter called Pugwash. We are usually in and out of the
vets several times a week and often on the phone for advice. Once to say,
"Hovis has just eaten a third of a tube of Dermisol cream." The Vet, "How old is he?" "Twelve." "What, months?" "No, years!" I came back from picking blackberries a few years ago to be told by Duncan that Prince had polished off a packet of Olbas Oil Pastilles. Actually I already knew from the smell of Prince's breath! Whilst we were on the phone to the vet again Prince devoured the blackberries I had spent hours picking. Needless to say he was fine just rather unpleasant to be with for a while. |
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