Rollercoasters

There is no getting away from the fact that a life involved in rescue is certainly one hell of a rollercoaster ride, the joys of the success stories and the despair when there's one you can't help often merges when a dog you thought was a sweetheart decides she's not quite to nice AFTER she's been rehomed and that's exactly the news I was woken with this morning; that one of the dogs that was rehomed over the weekend wasn't quite the angel she'd led us to believe and the heart breaking decision now has to be made as to if we can risk rehoming her a second time. The news came after what had been an exceptionally fantastic weekend for me when a reunion a few of us had organised went off far far better than any of us good have ever imagined. Back in the day when we were a bunch 16/17 year old scooterist, Friday night at the Grange was about all we had to keep us entertained and every week we'd dress up in our best clothes and dance the night away to the sounds of 60s soul and 70/80s mod revival. Recent news that the Grange is to be knocked down and rebuilt prompted us to recreate the night one last time and pretty much every 40 something in Midhurst turned out to show the youth of today that we can still party 25 years on! We even got one of the original bands that used to play to reform especially for the night!!! I paid for it yesterday mind you, dancing the night away was probably not the best idea when you get to my age.