Happy endings

She was two months old when she lost her eye on the street where she was born. She came to us undaunted and full of zest for life. What if the eyeball hung from her orbit, she behaved as if nothing was happening, and with this optimism she treated everything, as if nothing was capable of intimidating her. Surgery, recovery, collar, stitches, shelter, evacuation, a failed adoption, return to the shelter. Within the first seven eight months of her life she lived and faced all this, without losing herself, her appetite and her enthusiasm for life for a moment. Not a single moment. And in these months that we are living with her the story of her life, we have not been able to feel sorry for her for even a minute. She doesn't let you feel sorry for her, with anything. Korina is a dog with a lot of self-confidence, with energy and willingness to conquer the world, to participate in it, to live. Her mind and body seem to be always ready. Ready to learn, to do, to triumph. They are like these very smart kids, who never have good grades in school. Not because they can't understand, quite the contrary, but because the school seems so much lower than their abilities that they are trying to learn on their own, trapped in a system that cannot help them. She needs a family that will guide her properly, and help her use her enthusiasm creatively, consistently, program, and an understanding of her abilities and needs.

VIDEO of her story

Life for dogs in kennels where they are simply stacked on top of each other, as if they are things crammed into a warehouse is incredibly hard. It is a daily struggle for survival, in the most literal sense of the word you can imagine.

In the public pound of Sparta, hunger, isolation, and unbearable everyday life made the dogs literally kill each other. This girl was circulating among other dogs the day we first walked in, with the tail cut in half, with bites and hacks everywhere.

Our little one has recovered, her woundshave healed and the sadness in her eyes has dissappeared. She has forgotten, she wags her tail and she is happy. All dogs forget, not because they do not have the ability to remember the past, but because they trust the present. 

Ellie is a sweet, loving, social dog, and she is ready for her forever home. 

With her delicate figure, her cute snout and her sweet sad eyes, she came from the public pound of Sparta and looked like a sad princess. So we called her Sissy.

Sissy recovered, she gained weight, grew beautiful, her sad eyes shined, and her coat shined as well. She is no longer sad, but she has something that still makes her look like a princess.

She stands there and smiles, sits like a good girl and waits for you to give her a treat, she looks like she grew up with manners. And if she was forced to lose them somewhere along the way, she never forgot them.

Sissy is a young, sweet and good girl. A dog with a very special face, a person of her own, and a love and trust in humans that are based in kindness. 

Until we came up with a name for her, we used to call her "the beautiful one". Alcmene was in a cage full of dogs in the public pound of Sparta, and passing only from outside you distinguished it.

Even in there, it was as if this dog was shining. It seemed at first that it was a bit of a flute, a little bit in her own world, but she is not like that at all. She is a very human centered animal, enjoying exclusivity and craving it.

Her beautiful coat has recovered, and she has become silky and velvety, and her ears are shaking back and forth when she comes to meet you. She runs to greet anyone who comes to the shelter, and her favorite place to sit is the kitchen, with us.

Hecabe was in the most horrible cage of all in the public pound of Sparta . All we first saw was a black, feral dog with mange. That's what we knew about her, until we found out she's ten years old.

Ten years old means that a dog is elderly, that it does not have the same endurance, that it has more needs, that it needs more care and that it deserves more respect. Who knows her past, where she came from, how she ended up there, what she remembers and what she doesn't. For a ten-year-old dog, living in this way acquires an even more tragic dimension.

This dog looks like a heroine of an ancient Greek tragedy. At first she didn't approach us at all and as we looked at her from a distance, her tragedy seemed in all its glory, without anything being able to hide her.

She has now begun to open up, to approach, to take treats from our hand, and she also enjoys the caresses of people she knows well. She has a sweetness in her gaze and a gentleness in her ways, which makes you want to spend time with her, makes you want to help her understand what she has already begun to suspect. That people are good, that life is beautiful, and that love deserves her trust.