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Cassie's Tale
Cassie's Tale
Cassie's Tale
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Cassie's Tale

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This is the story of Cassie: a rescue dog who was just over two years old when she joined Brian and Juliet's family of rescues, having already had three previous owners in her short life.


The tiny little terrier soon wormed her way into the hearts of the family, and her antics and oversized attitude quickly earned her the nicknames 'The Mad Ferret' and 'The Wicked Witch of the West.' Cassie can best be described as a 'pocket dynamo' or, as the author puts it, "She is filled with boundless energy, and despite being fourteen years old now, she's like a Duracell bunny without an off switch."


Cassie has bounced back from operations, managed to get lost and found in one afternoon, chased away Rottweilers and Dobermans that have had the nerve to try and steal her tennis ball, and found herself being injured by interfering in larger dogs' squabbles. People just can't help falling in love with this tiny bundle of joy.


Cassie's Tale is the third book in Brian L. Porter's series of rescue dogs, following on from the award-winning bestsellers, Sasha and Sheba: From Hell to Happiness.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherNext Chapter
Release dateJan 20, 2022
ISBN4867513024
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    Cassie's Tale - Brian L. Porter

    Acknowledgements

    Before I commence with Cassie's Tale, I feel it necessary to say a few words of thanks to people who have made this book possible. If it wasn't for my publisher, Miika Hannila at Next Chapter Publishing, none of my dog rescue books and thrillers would be here for you, my readers to enjoy, so it's a great big thank you to Miika for all his support for my work over the years. I also owe a big debt of gratitude to my researcher and proof reader, Debbie Poole. Debbie has spent many hours going through each chapter of the book in her efforts to help make it as accurate and as entertaining as possible. Without her help and hard work, my books wouldn't be as polished as they are by the time they reach my publisher.

    I owe a very special debt of gratitude to Rebecca Aldren, Cassie's vet, and the Practice Manager at the Doncaster branch of Vets for Pets. Over the years, she has always provided Cassie, and all our dogs, particularly our epileptic 'superdog' Sasha with the best possible care and she (and her wonderful staff of vets, nurses and reception staff) have always gone out of their way to help and advise us of the best courses of action to take when any of our dogs has required veterinary treatment. Thank you to everyone of you. I'm sorry there are too many of you to name each one of you here, but you all have mine and Juliet's love and gratitude for all you do for our pets, who as you all know, mean the world to us.

    My wife Juliet must receive my thanks too. Not only is she responsible for the daily grooming and general care of the dogs, but she spends many hours every day of her life walking miles in the process of making sure our dogs are fully exercised and given the opportunity to run and play. The only dogs she doesn't walk are Sasha, who for some reason will only walk with me and Sheba, who is now old and arthritic and joins me and Sasha on our more restricted walks. All I can say is that it's no wonder Juliet is so fit and in such great shape. She's living proof that walking is good for you!

    Finally, my thanks go to all my readers, especially those who read Sasha and Sheba's life stories and helped to turn them into bestsellers along the way. It is you, through various modes of contact who have asked me repeatedly to tell the story of how Cassie came to be a part of our family of rescues. This then, is Cassie's Tale, and it's especially for you, dear readers, all of you.

    Chapter 1: In the Beginning

    It's only right that I begin Cassie's story by telling you something of her life before she became a part of our rescue family. By the time she joined us, she had already had three previous owners, in the first two years of her life.

    It began, to the best of our knowledge when our friend, Linda, was walking her dogs one dark and rainy night, and she heard cries and whimpering coming from the direction of the garden of a house she was walking past. Being naturally inquisitive, Linda stopped to try and discover where the plaintive noises were originating from. She actually climbed the wall into the garden and there she discovered the source of the whimpering and crying, a tiny, wet and bedraggled, shivering little pup, with nowhere to go to get out of the rain. Linda was furious that someone had left the little pup outdoors in such terrible weather conditions and she knocked on the door of the house for quite some time until the door was finally opened.

    God only knows what the man who answered the door must have thought when he was suddenly confronted by this strange woman, wearing weatherproof coat and hood, with two dogs at her side and his puppy in the crook of her arm. She must have resembled a cross between Freddy Krueger and The Grim Reaper, especially when she launched into a tirade about his treatment of the puppy, (Linda pulls no punches when it comes to defending animals, I promise you). The way she told it, she asked him what the hell he was thinking, leaving that poor little dog out in the rain. She told him he didn't deserve to have a dog, to which he replied, I never wanted the thing in the first place.

    Linda's instant response was, Can I take it home with me then, and find it a good home?

    Take it if you want it, he replied, so she did, after first getting what details she could from him about the dog and getting him to sign a note saying he'd given up the dog to her.

    She learned that the dog's name was Cassie, and that she was around twelve weeks old, and was a Yorkshire Terrier/Australian Terrier crossbreed. With that, she led little Cassie away to what she hoped would soon be a better life. Linda's other dogs, Jet and Diesel, welcomed the tiny terrier into their home and it didn't take Cassie long to dry out and feel the warmth of Linda's home beginning to make her feel more like a twelve-week-old puppy should do. The very next day, she arrived on the field, where the regular group of dog walkers gathered every afternoon and Cassie was introduced to everyone. Linda would very much have liked to keep Cassie, but the terms of her home rental only allowed her to keep two pets and she already had two dogs and two cats, so was pushing things a bit already. So, she let it be known that she was looking for a good home for Cassie, and within a few weeks she told us that Cassie was going to live with an elderly couple who lived on her street. Nobody on the field knew the couple but Linda was sure they would give the little dog a good home. Time, however would prove otherwise, as my story will reveal, but for now, as far as everyone was concerned, Cassie was happy and on the way to a good future with her new owners.

    Chapter 2: Summer 2007

    What's that, I asked, as Juliet stepped from the car and walked down our garden path towards the front door, looking slightly furtive, semi-pregnant, with a bulge in her grooming jacket that failed to hide the very small head peeking out from under her arm.

    It's a dog, was her sheepish reply, delivered with an almost guilty grin.

    Now, I may be many things, but blind isn't one of them. I may wear glasses, and my eyesight is nowhere near perfect, but even I couldn't fail to recognise the small creature that she was apparently trying to smuggle into the house, that warm sunny, summer's day in 2007.

    I can see it's a dog, but what's it doing here? I asked. Of course, as Juliet and I spent our lives rescuing dogs and giving them new forever homes, I should have caught on straight away, or, maybe I did, and just wanted to tease her a little. I mean, did she really think I wouldn't notice another dog running around in the house?

    Before I go on, maybe I should explain a little about the circumstances behind Juliet's sudden appearance that day, with the dog tucked underneath her arm. Back in 2007, Juliet was doing pretty well, having recently begun her own mobile dog grooming business. She had a few regular clients and it was her fervent hope that she would be able to build her clientele substantially until she was able to really make a go of things as a dog groomer, having completed a course to gain her qualification. We were unaware, at that time, that she would later be struck by carpel tunnel syndrome that would destroy her dream. That day, she had set off to a neighbouring village to groom a little terrier, one of her regulars at that time. This was the dog that had once been owned by our friend, Linda, who had been instrumental in rescuing her from the appalling conditions she was living in. Although Linda later gave the dog to an elderly neighbour, soon afterwards, the neighbour and her husband announced that they were moving home and going to live in a sheltered accommodation bungalow in a nearby village. Linda thus waved goodbye to little Cassie, as she departed for her new home some weeks later.

    It was about a year later that Juliet first received the call to go and groom little Cassie and she regularly visited the little terrier in her new home in the coming months until that fateful day when she arrived home with the dog tucked into her jacket.

    So, having asked her what the dog was doing here at our home when of course she'd only gone to groom her, Juliet now replied to my question.

    The lady didn't want her and asked if I'd like to take her. She knows we take in rescue dogs and she told me she couldn't walk Cassie properly any more. She uses a disability scooter to get around and can only take Cassie on her lead, attached to the scooter, for short trips and that's not ideal. Where they live, it's all open plan, so she can't even let her out to run around in the back garden because it's a communal area and the neighbours would complain. On top of all that, her husband hates the dog.

    How can anyone hate a little thing like that? I asked, softening to the idea of adding Cassie to our family.

    "Honestly, Brian, you should have seen him. He's a bit of a slob, sat in a chair, watching daytime TV and never even looked up to acknowledge me

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