How it all began.....

I, the founder, Carina, live and work in Fiji since 2007. Flicka was the first dog I decided to take into our home. She was a tiny, skinny puppy about 8-10 weeks old when I found HER on July 1 st, 2009 about 6,00 pm on the side of the road trying to stay alive searching for food. I had to crawl into the bushes to grab her. She was from (that moment on) my baby, best friend, my helper and my biggest joy and so much more until November 5th, 2010. It was morning and she escaped our yard and took off to the beach across the road and got hit by a car. I was heartbroken to find out that her back was broken and had no other choice but to take her to SPCA and put her down. We brought her home and buried her on the beach where she loved to be, chasing birds, digging and eating crabs and swimming. My purpose with this blog is to raise funds to help these sweet starving street dogs in Fiji in any way possible along with the help of SPCA in the western region of Fiji. You can help me help the dogs in Fiji through this blog with your kind donation, and there is no amount too small. I will remember you on my blog. Each dog we are able to help will be written about, their photos will be posted along with all the information on each dog we help. These animals are very loving and just need someone to help find them new homes.



Wednesday, December 29, 2010

When Flicka was found

We found her on the side of the street on our way home from work. This was on July 1, 2009 at about 6,00pm. I had to make myself very small and crawl into the bushes very slowly, not to frighten her, and grabbed her as soon as she was within my reach. Once I got her I noticed she was completely covered with tics. It was so much I didn't even know how to hold her and not get any on myself. Since it was in the evening there was no vet avalable and I sure was not prepared with anything to remove them. I simply had to leave her outside on our veranda in a box after we had fed her. She went to sleep. Next morning she was gone. I was devastated and couldn't find her since it was dark. I went back home after sunrise and found her on other side of house, crying, cold and scared. Too weak to move. It was an urgent trip to the closest aid.
This is what Flicka looked like before I took her to the agriculture vet assistant. He said he had never seen as many ticks on a dog before and made sure she got enough poison in her to kill off all ticks and more.

Bleeding and getting all weaker by the ticks feeding on her.

 It nearly killed her as well. I too have yet not seen any dog here in Fiji as badly infested by ticks as Flicka was.

     Coming back home she was a bit better looking
after we had picked ticks off her for about 30 minutes. Still there was plenty.

There was generation after generation everywhere!

But finally she came clean after 3,5 hrs of harvesting ticks.

It took a few weeks to get her back in a somewhat shape.


A month later she was a lot happier.

And loved being in the center, especially in the car.

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And discovered  the crabs on the beaches, delicious


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