About Tia Rescue


Home to up to 100 Greyhounds


Established by Deb in 1996


Greyhound welfare remains a massive problem

Dogs arrive at Tia from all sources. Some come directly from the trainers, others via a not so scenic route. One dog just walked up the drive, having been tipped out of a car. Dog wardens, vets, concerned public, an army of good folk all play a part. The phone never stops.

All get the same welcome and are given the once over upon arrival. A bath to get rid of any fleas, vet treatment if necessary, a good dinner and a soft bed. A note is made of their earmarks and microchip details are taken. Before lights out, Deb makes the rounds alone checking every one and passing around the sausages. For the newbies, it has been a hell of a day.

The day begins at 7.30 with breakfast, closely followed by the arrival of the kennel staff. Our fantastic volunteers may take them for a stroll around our orchard, where they might come across a Shire horse or a sheep, or perhaps it will be a race around the run with their new kennel mate. For some it will be the first time they have felt grass under their feet or peed on a tree. Then it’s back to their newly washed pen for another snooze.

The kennel block closes for the day at 3 o’clock sharp and their main meal is served followed by more sleep. Supporters and adopters mix with accountants, trainers, or a disgruntled traveller who wants his emaciated mare back. You never know who or what will turn up. A big round hay bale, donated by a local school, or someone picking up half a dozen eggs from the battery girls. Our vets might arrive to work upstairs in our treatment room or perhaps the farrier will pop in to trim Isla’s feet, one of the 70 plus horses we have on the farm. Behind the scenes, admin staff may be dispatching stock to our many charity shops, or perhaps doing the wages. Ian, our wonderful photographer snaps away at a dog which needs a push and another dove goes missing courtesy of the buzzard. No day is the same.

Dandy and Beano the miniature donkeys watch over us (sort of), standing shoulder to shoulder with the goats. We never see the great crested newts but the wildlife officer tells us they are there. We can house 100 dogs at any one time at a push; these are mainly greyhounds’, however the odd lurcher will sneak under the wire. At any time, our whiteboard will list another 30 racers waiting for a space. A good 20 of our dogs will never leave our care and are supported through our sponsor scheme, we cannot thank their supporters enough for this. Regular donations are our life blood.

We are about to undergo a big transition and refocus on the impending greyhound crisis. With the racing industry starting to buckle Tia needs to be ready. It just needs one of the three Yorkshire tracks to fold and Tia will be swamped with unwanted racers. We will save as many as we can but undoubtedly some will fall though the safety net.