duck sake! So I foster cats and dogs as and when I can (I know my limitations unlike Jodie). And I've had some dogs from Romania. These dogs are usually lifted from the streets and not handled nicely at all. The first rule when one of these dogs arrive is to let them decompress. Unless they are showing signs of wanting interaction then I do not interact in anyway until they are ready. I give them their food and they have puppy pads until such times as they are confident to go to garden for toilet. I would never shove a camera in their face and fawn all over them. That poor fox looks terrified. She is bleeping clueless!
How much longer can this actually go on for? I cannot understand how she is getting away with this. It is absolutely unbelievable that no one is taking action, council, RSPCA or red tops aren't calling her out on this.
I'm a Foster fail. I end up keeping them, but like you we know our limits. This is animal hoarding at its worst. None of the animals get the attention and interaction they deserve because there are just too many of them. All they get is their basic needs provided. Jodie has no empathy or understanding when it comes to animals in trauma like the tawny owl with a damaged wing that fell down the chimney, the muntjac with the smashed pelvis and the hedgehog with loud music and barking dogs (which don't bark). These animals are frightened and in pain and she mauls them, talks loudly, says they like ear rubs and it's all for social media likes and to bring in donations.
Uttlesford Council seem to be absolutely useless. The noise alone must be a huge problem not just for the neighbours but for the animals that would normally live a solitary existence. Food is just thrown into the mud which is a mixture of urine and faeces. There must be vermin everywhere.
I brought our cat home a few weeks ago. He had been missing for 18 months and living wild in a nature reserve.
I put the cat basket in the noisiest room in the house, banged a few pans and crashed symbols. I let all of the other animals in and then banged the sides of the cat basket and tipped him out. I filmed it all and put it on social media. Idiots lapped it up and called me an earth angel.
I put him in the quietest room, opened the door to the basket and went and sat on the settee at the other side of the room. He came out in his own time and jumped up next to me. The next day he was introduced to the rest of The Mottley Crew.
thinking 8 wow she would have to put them on her missing Fields and acres.
