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Well let’s be honest, it’s not about the humans – its about US!! Giving voices to a few, but they represent so many. Its why SOLO does what we do. So here are some of our stories…“

A Puppy’s Story

I’m a goofy kinda fellow…a bit daft and a I can spend hours talking to a tree or a lamppost. As for humans – well I wasn’t very keen on them when I was a pup, in fact I was downright scared of them and cowered to make myself invisible whenever they were near – especially the mini humans …..

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They seemed to think it was fun to tie tin cans on my tail and chase me so they made the most awful noise and scared me so much. The collar they used hurt so badly too – I heard them say it was called barbed wire – whatever that is. However when I was about 16 weeks old and I had my head stuck in a plastic bag, trying to get at the crumbs at the bottom as I was so hungry, I found myself in the middle of the road with cars screaming by me. I was stuck. I couldn’t see and I could feel the rush of wind knock me over as the cars drove by. But suddenly I was air-lifted and strong arms embraced me – I was so scared. I heard a voice say: ‘Well hello there, what bag of bones have we just found here, you silly puppy’. There was a different tone to that voice – it didn’t sound angry or about to hurt me – it was different. I was still scared.

But that’s where my adventure changed…I had a whirlwind few days being plunged into water and standing on a metal table while a human in a white coat cut out the biting collar from my neck and put on some smelly goo. They said I was supposed to have hair all over my body– I thought that would look weird as I was only ever used to seeing my skin and the scabs.  Then everything calmed down and I had food and a bed and the friendliest, funniest human who seemed to think life was a big laugh as opposed to the terrifying world I knew. I still don’t like my tail or ears being touched, but life is amazing. I hike, I run, I play, I have other doggy friends. I have a full tummy and I have the most wonderful human friend who is my entire world. I know I am home and I know I am safe. I just hope my brothers and sisters got lucky too…I do wonder….do you know where they are maybe? Here’s me now!

A Sheep’s Story

Apparently my mum died when I was born – the silly dolt ate a poisonous flower and keeled over dead…well she was a sheep and not the brightest tool in the toolbox, but that still seems foolish even to me. Apparently there were two options for me – into the stew pot – apparently I go well with carrots? Or someone had to raise me….. …..

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I got fed 3 times a day from a bottle and made loads of mess and I used to sleep in a makeshift box and play with the dogs. I followed people everywhere and still do…apparently that’s what being a sheep is all about. Now I get chased for eating all the pretty flowers, but I’m a bit of a roadblock so it doesn’t phase me. The gardener doesn’t like me either as I eat all the grass he gets paid to mow and he says I’m stealing his job and now he isn’t getting paid and can’t eat. I’ve never seen him eat grass so I don’t know what his problem is. Everyone loves and hugs and pats me all the time and say I’m the best alternative ‘sheep’-dog ever as I’m so tame. Not sure why the humans say they are glad they are vegetarian as they could never put me on a plate – must be something to do with the carrots.

 

Roro

She can’t tell her story – so we will tell it for her.

Roro was born into the human world of neglect. We won’t make her story long as it’s hard. We don’t know how she ended up on the road, but she did. Beaten, starved, emaciated and bloody. She was then hit by a car and left for dead. Broken jaw, broken leg and barely alive. She was rescued. She healed. She went into foster care and she started to live. She was happy. But Roro’s story is not a happy one. 

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She had previously contracted Distemper when she was a pup from bad sanitization, neglect and poverty and never quite healed ‘mentally’. She couldn’t be left alone as it traumatized her. She showed signs of aggression when she was confused. She bit a child. Once was an accident, twice was not acceptable. Little Roro crossed the rainbow bridge and was finally at rest.

None of that needed to have been her journey. Her life could have been so different. You could have helped her. We could have helped her. We’re sorry humans let you down little Roro and we will keep trying because of you.

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