Hi: My name’s Jack

Hi: My name’s Jack

Hi: My name’s Jack
I’m told that I can be a bit ‘energetic’ at times, but that’s just because I’m usually full of life. But just at the moment, I’m feeling pretty sad as are most of my doggy and horse friends.

You see, the humans around here try their best to keep us fed and sheltered, (I especially LOVE sardines – they are my FAVOURITE!), but they have had to close their shops which, they say, brings in most of the money they use to look after us.

I’ve offered to do some work testing food for local bakeries, but apparently, that isn’t allowed even in normal times.

Anyway, it looks like I may have to go on short rations unless you are able to help us. (I’m told that I’m always hungry unless I’m sleeping, and I need my daily digestive biscuit). Don’t forget, every penny, (or biscuit) helps!

I’ve put some details below, (with a bit of help from the humans), in case you are able to help us.

Love & Licks,


You can help us in lots of different ways. You can:

Are there any other ways you can help?
As we all have to deal with a world where less shops are open, we will probably all make more use of on-line shopping then before. But even this can be used to help us without any cost to yourselves.
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Stay safe  Stay in  Sort out
As you all stay safe at home, we know many of you are keeping yourselves busy clearing out wardrobes and cupboards and having declutters in garages and sheds.  Please keep all your much needed donations bagged and ready to drop into your local Tia Rescue charity shop or at the farm when we reopen. Thank you for your ongoing support for the work we do.

Stay safe Stay in and Sort out.

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Writer’s block

Writer’s block

As some of you may know we have been causing trouble for 25 years. We could fill a three-volume novel with the tales of our past endeavours and exploits. Frankly we sailed a bit too close to the wind on occasion. Anyone remember why Jason ended up in the dock? The Bafta performance given by a volunteer to get a dog off a trainer (he never forgave us)? The trainer stripping off in the yard?

The usual suspects may recall Tia once published a book – ‘A Decade of Dogs’. It was actually quite lucrative as we recall. Well with most of the population under house arrest, maybe now is an ideal time to have another bash at it to celebrate our anniversary. So if you are bored with the books you always meant to read, finished the jigsaw and watching James Martin on the cookery channel (it’s my ‘ouse) has paled, now is the time to give it a go.

We would love to hear your tales about our dogs. Warts and all. The kitchens they ate, the looks of horror from friends as a small horse peed up the curtains, corns, we’ve all been there, please send them to us and we’ll try and cobble enough to put a little book together.

After all how else can a rescue celebrate its silver anniversary.

Give it a go and send them to me..



The Dog With No Bark

The Dog With No Bark

Farewell to a much loved beautiful greyhound girl, and a wonderful greyhound ambassador. Lupe was ‘ Iris’s Diamond’ on the Tia ‘Wall of Shame’. An emaciated stray, she came to Tia at Moorside Farm in Oct 2007. I adopted her in Feb 2008, when she was still only 2 years old. Such a gentle, quiet dog, I called her ‘the dog with no bark’, as she hardly ever did. In fact, I can only remember her barking on one occasion. Whilst we were out walking early one snowy morning, out of nowhere a middle aged man came hurtling down the snow-covered hillside on a tea tray, she let him know exactly what she thought of that. I think her most favourite thing was running on the beach, in and out of the sea, chasing seagulls. Over the years, she gently held court from the sofa, over numerous fostered/adopted male dogs. She was a regular member of the Tia fundraising team but after 9 years of tin rattling for Tia, she retired. It is with much sadness that I report that after just over 12 years with me, she was peacefully put to sleep on her sofa at home last week aged 14 years and 10 months. Thank you Deb, for choosing her for me. I know how lucky I am.


Croick. He was Not even named

Croick. He was Not even named

He was not even named
Can you donate towards his care and show him we do care
His name is now Croick.
It is difficult to embellish the profile of a dog that nobody could be bothered to even name. He came into the world on 20.07 2017 and broke the Tia record for getting into the van! That muzzle scar will hopefully fade. Croick was one of the five dogs we picked up from the final flapping meeting. His mum was called Good Future so maybe that was an omen. If it is any consolation Croick, you siblings aren’t exactly Westmead Hawk either.

We hope you like the name lad. Croick is a little village in the Highlands of Scotland, maybe your new family will take you there when they appear.

Time to bag up that clutter

As you all stay safe at home we know many of you are keeping yourselves busy clearing out wardrobes and cupboards and having declutters in garages and sheds.  Please keep all your much-needed donations bagged and ready to drop into your local shop or at the farm when we reopen. Thank you for your ongoing support for the work we do.
Stay safe Stay in and Sort out.


To a lot of folks (some quite normal), sadness over a loss of an animal is incomprehensible, particularly at this time. However, we feel sure that our supporters will feel some empathy with us.
Harris (Stepaside Elvis) slipped through our fingers yesterday and went off to the bridge under anaesthetic.  Without warning, he just fell ill. Harris was four years old. It was a shock.
In a way, he represents so many of our dogs, just an anonymous big black dog who had come under our wing and was just waiting for someone to notice him. A look at his pedigree and career this morning revealed that he is just as much part of a family as the rest of us can claim.
His uncle and auntie are Haribo and Beattie. Familiar names in his family tree spark memories of other relatives from the past, Tia knows his family well. He was bred in England, raced exclusively at Sheffield winning 10 of them and arrived at the kennels six weeks ago straight from his trainer. While we feel sad that he never got to know what a sofa feels like, we know he enjoyed himself here and will be missed. Thanks, Donaldsons as always, for opening the door.
We don’t even have a photograph of him.