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Stories from the Edge - Volunteer Now

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Celtic past, men travelling north with <strong>the</strong>ir shaggy nags must have crossed <strong>the</strong> tributary that flows through <strong>the</strong> village onits way to <strong>the</strong> mighty Erne water system. "Head out <strong>the</strong> road to Trillick and look for <strong>the</strong> Mood Furniture sign," was Pat'sprosaic, sketchy instructions. "Turn right at Moods and go up <strong>the</strong> lane and you can't miss us," he says with a one sidedfamiliarity. However it was easier than“excited pooch of everyshape and size notify alland sundry a strangerhas arrived”originally thought. The bright morning frostmade travelling quickly potentially suicidal.The unkept hedgerow and scabby landscapegives way to a two storey house surroundedby a high fence. The unmistakable yelp, growland bark of dogs is deafening. Excited poochof every shape and size notify all and sundrya stranger has arrived.Pat comes to <strong>the</strong> rescue, <strong>the</strong> dogs becomemore excited at <strong>the</strong> pack leader's appearance.It is clear <strong>the</strong>re is work going on around <strong>the</strong>house recently bought by him and his merry band of supporters. The new wood work of <strong>the</strong> make shift office is a heraldof better times. Pat is not so sure. It’s all money and raising it takes up a lot of time and energy. He is disparaging of <strong>the</strong>recent run of real time TV programmes showing animals in pristine conditions that would be applauded by most peoplein need of medical help. "That's all right for fancy television shows but its not <strong>the</strong> reality," he is quick to point out.The dogs start <strong>the</strong> holler once more. A young girl in her late teens or early twenties arrives. She is <strong>the</strong> first volunteer shiftof <strong>the</strong> day and will spend <strong>the</strong> next few hours washing out <strong>the</strong> recently built dog kennels with a power hose. She dresses in<strong>the</strong> standard apron and welly boots and gets on with her work .The kennels cost a cool £25,000 to build, Pat proudly proclaims but adds <strong>the</strong> customary downer that <strong>the</strong>re are stillproblems with <strong>the</strong> roof. Sure enough in <strong>the</strong> first slammer <strong>the</strong>re is <strong>the</strong> steady drip, drip of water. The tour continues. Thesmell wouldn't be found in a Parisian perfume house but <strong>the</strong>n cats and dogs don't use deodorants. The whiff coexists withan unbelievable cacophony that makes it really difficult to hear. The concrete walls don't allow <strong>the</strong> pandemonium toescape. There are three dogs to each kennel. They bark and jump excitedly on <strong>the</strong> iron gates. There are no condemnedprisoners in this lock down, Pat quickly points out. "Unlike o<strong>the</strong>r organisations," he says, he refuses to put downunwanted pets.Pat Nolan is inflexible. He is prepared to keep an animal until it dies of old age. However Pat has no intention of keepinga wanton shelter and all <strong>the</strong> animals have been carefully neutered by <strong>the</strong> local vets. The problem is, <strong>the</strong>re are too manyanimals and not enough people to look after <strong>the</strong>m. Pat is angry. He rationalises that humans should never havedomesticated cats, dogs, horses and so on in <strong>the</strong> first place. Some people only want an animal if it is useful. The samepeople are driven by greed and profit, he believes. In a lone compound <strong>the</strong>re is a Chinese Chow Chow. A beautiful creaturewith large almond shaped eyes, Pat has had <strong>the</strong> dog for <strong>the</strong> six years. "It was used as a breeding machine," he complains.

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