The story of Wallace's kidnapping.
In his own words.
I am back on the towpath on a lovely sunny spring day. But it was all so different not that long ago.
(The actually diary of events with newspaper clippings is HERE)
I remember my dad
calling me when he went inside with Rob, but I thought, I'll just take
a minute to myself to check the sidewalk. Because I am a responsible dog, I am allowed to have a little wonder when I want, because I know what the rules are. Never go out of sight from the front door.
I was dizzy for a minute but as soon as
I cleared my head I barked at him again. The dark aura man turned in his
seat and before I could duck he bashed me on the head really hard. It all
went dark for awhile.
Some of the dogs were crying. There was a Westie next to me. Usually I like Westies so I asked him what was going on. Next thing he just went for me. He was completely beserk. Luckily he didn’t seem to have much strength though - so I was able to snarl and snap my way back to my feet. All the other dogs started baying for blood. It was like a scene from a horror movie. I summoned up all my Terrier male confidence, puffed my chest out and addressed the panting Westie.
"Oy mate. What’s your game then."
The louder I barked the more the other dogs tried to bark as well until suddenly a woman appeared from a doorway nearby. It was like a house on wheels. She had a stick, and I thought for a fleeting second that she was going to throw it for us to run after, but instead, as she reached the first dog in the line, she swished it round really hard, crack it went, against that dogs head and his bark turned to a howling yelp of pain.
you miserable runts don’t stop that noise I will smash you to a
‘You still don’t get it.’
He replied. ‘There’s no dinner. There’s not even any
water unless it rains.’ It took me awhile to understand this. After
all, there is always a bowl of water wherever you go. Every dog knows
that. And yet, I was beginning to think there was definitely some truth
in what the Westie was saying.
‘I’m Packet' he replied, 'but I used to be called Bertrand'.
did you change your name’ I asked. ‘Well it’s
a long story, and I’m not sure you have much time’ he
said ominously. ‘Oh no I have plenty of time’ I replied,
‘Please do tell.’
‘That’s what happened to me’ I interrupted him in my excitement. ’Yes that’s right he said. That’s what happens to a lot of dogs.’
‘But why do they pick up dogs’ I asked.
‘It’s a business you see. Some people have no money and so they set up business stealing dogs.’ I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
‘But you cant steal dogs. The police would catch them.’
‘Oh no’ said Packet. ‘The Police cant do anything because of how the law works. You see us dogs are called Chattels. That means we are possessions that belong to somebody. And in law the crime of theft is the intention to permanently deprive. So what that means is because these people don’t intend to permanently deprive the owner, they cant get prosecuted. This lot here steal about 20 dogs a week. Dogs just like yourself. They wait a week and then look for the reward posters. Average reward is between 100 and 500 quid. Some weeks they clear 5,000 pounds I have heard them say.’
I couldn’t believe my ears. In a way this was good news for me because I felt sure my dad would pay money for me to go home. ‘Trouble is’ continued Packet ‘They are not good people with dogs. So some of the dogs die before they get them either sold or returned for reward.'
‘I inquired. ‘That’s right’ he replied.
’Easy way to pick up a quick hundred I hear them say. They take
a cute looking dog, much like yourself, and go into a pub in a country
village with a story about how they are getting divorced and the dog needs
a home and that leads to what’s called an impulse buy. Average there
is around 100 pounds. This lot here get rid of loads of dogs like that.’
‘What do you think will happen to me’ I asked.
‘They say your trouble. Apparently you’ve been in the newspaper, because you are a musician dog and have friends like that Thunder in my Heart singer Leo Sayer, so they are getting worried that someone might recognise you. I heard them say that they are going back to where they nicked you from to see how many reward poster are up so they know how much they can get for you from your owners.’
pricked up when I heard about Leo. Me and Leo’s Yorkie Tito, were
friends all my life until Tito finally went to the big kennel in the sky
last year. Leo always plays with me, so my spirits picked up as I imagined
him coming through the door with his big grin going ‘Walleees’
‘500 nickers not bad for this half dead mutt’ said the black aura man. ‘I’m not so sure about this one’ said the yellow haired woman. ‘Keep your eyes skinned when we get there. He was too ready with the money.’ I didn’t know what they were talking about.
It was good Friday, called good Friday because it was the day, 8 days after the day I had been kidnapped, when the silver Mercedes pulled up at Hampton Court Station, where, unbeknownst to me, my dad and mum had paid a ransom to the dark aura man and his friend and the yellow haired lady. He also had a very big friend watching the scene and photographing the kidnappers.
(This is the actual picture of the handover.)
I felt the car stop and heard voices. My hazy vision cleared for a second
and I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was my DAD…….. I
got up to go towards him, but my legs gave out. I tried crawling but then
my vision went. I felt the woman’s pick me up, and she pushed me
towards the door, and the next thing I was back in my Dads arms. I tried
hard not to be unconscious, but I just couldn’t hold my head up.
And all the while I had lots of visitors. Lots of them told me they had
been praying for my safe return. I thought that was nice, but because prayer is a lot like doing nothing instead of actually mucking in and doing something real, luckily for me, lots of people did do something real. Posters were made and circulated by many of my friends. Katie Bell actually went on her own into a Travelers camp near Claygate with one of the posters, to ask if they might help return me. Quite a brave thing to do.
I learned from this that in law, I am a chattel, which is disappointing, but lucky for me, kind people helped get me home. Not all stolen dogs are as lucky. I saw pictures my dads friend had taken and they had the car registration and the details of the kidnappers. But of course, no action could be taken, because they had not committed any offense in English law.
When I got back there were lots of messages for me.
This is Harry - who wrote several times while I was away
And below is Wilma who propositioned me.
Here I am discussing the whole story by video chat with my mate who is also a studio dog - BJ -who lives in Cannes
I was told many stories about what happened while I was away.
My parents day by day web page during my absence is HERE
Jayne who runs www.doglost.co.uk works helping dogs like me who get stolen or go missing.
Jayne set up a brilliant forum section that detailed progress in efforts to get me back home. You can read all the messages posted for me here.....LINK to the WALLACE FORUM PAGE
Battersea dogs home were very helpful.
And finally the lesson in this story.
If you own a dog - be aware that what happened to me can happen to any dog.
Wallace's favorite music, without which none of this website work would be possible, is available here
This is meditation music - beautiful soundscapes incorporating notes, frequencies and tempos woven into a harmonious musical blend using only positive elements, to raise individual consciousness, align you with the spiritual laws and enable you to upgrade your life experience, helping you enhance and uphold a positive attitude and enjoyment of life. It works great on dogs too.