Happy endings

On the first day of our TNR campaign in western Greece, the first dogs came together in a crate. Number one and number two. Number one is Whitney, number was her. Lolly Pop.

So they initiated our work there, and from the first day they danced in the creit and bounced around, and after of course we decided to keep them, they stayed with us for a week, so we started taking them out of the crate.

And they would go out and sway and dance back and forth, and they would do something joyful that no matter how tired we were, we would forget everything.

When we first saw Loli Po, we wrote her "white beige puppy." In the panic and seeing the size, we thought that so much joy combined with such a small body, only a puppy could be. Well, she wasn't.

Loly Pop was already a year old. Whole doggie. She made the whole week of our TNR campaign more enjoyable and easier, just with her joy, and this coolness and freshness she also brought it with her to the shelter.

This doggie is a dream.

Whatever problems you have, you forget them and get lost with her in a children's dance, thanking the universe that brought you to live and that made you get to know her.

She is vaccinated, neutered and healthy and ready for her forever home.

On the first day of our TNR campaign in western Greece, the first dogs came together in a crate. Number one and number two. Number two was Loli Pop, number one was her. Witney.

So they initiated our work there, and from the first day they danced in the creit and bounced around, and after of course we decided to keep them, they stayed with us for a week, so we started taking them out of the crate.

And they would go out and sway and dance back and forth, and they would do something joyful that no matter how tired we were, we would forget everything.

When we first saw Witney, we wrote her "black puppy." In the panic and seeing the size, we thought that so much joy combined with such a small body, only a puppy could be. Well, she wasn't.

Witney was already a year and a half old. Whole doggie. She made the whole week of our TNR campaign more enjoyable and easier, just with her joy, and this coolness and freshness she also brought it with her to the shelter.

This doggie is a dream.

Whatever problems you have, you forget them and get lost with her in a children's dance, thanking the universe that brought you to live and that made you get to know her.

She is vaccinated, neutered and healthy and ready for her forever home.

We LOVE SHEEPDOGS, but those sheepdogs that reach us are already adults, and most of them we find sick and hungry. Sheepdog puppies at their fluffiest age, those who are still babies but at the same time have become whole dogs in size, and combine puppy and dog we are not lucky enough to find often.

And here we are one day, when we are doing out TNR campaign in western Greece, and he comes in. With a black large head, all round and compact, and white body, with this fur that is fluffy, and soft like a baby's, and this body that has already begun to grow and pour all over. A little clumpsy, a little funny, and very very cute.

And we fell in love, of course. The amount cannot be expressed in words.

Philip (from Filippiada, where we lived while we were neutering) is a puppy big and fluffy, and he sits down and you pick him up and you hug him and you put your face in his fur and you squeeze him and he is happy and he goes back and forth with his thick paws and he is wonderful.

We adore him. He's great. We adore him. (the needle stuck). We adore him so much that when we are with him we fight because we say to each other "come on give me some"

He is a puppy in which you see roughly the dog it will become when it grows up. A big, loving baby, kind and perfect.
 

You enjoy pettin him so much. You slip your hand into his fur, that is so soft, tender and fluffy, and wish you had ten hands just to pet him.

His coat is so soft that you spontaneously approach your head and unconsciously try to put your whole face in it, in his soft puppylike hairs.

Felix is a tender, cheerful creature, who rejoices in the simplest things of life and with his whole flully fur rejoices too.

We met him in the 8th TNR campaign and every day we took a short break to get him out of the crate, sit for five minutes with him, and just pet him.

He is a pure, good and good puppy, that when he sees you puts on a huge, innocent smile, and with him the whole world smiles. No matter what problems you have, no matter how many concepts and worries, you forget everything with him.

He's good, and he's sweet, and he's sociable, and he goes for a walk with his tiny, short legs, which are five inches tall each, and he's tender, and he's happy.

And if you see a photo of him just his head, without something next to or behind him to guess the size, he looks like a thirty-pound dog. Especially if he sits serious and looks at something intently.

And that's what makes Kalua special.

He is a small, very small dog, with a large dog character. Or, to put it better, with a character that is not common in a small dog that has gone through the wrong hands and has acquired all the bad habits for which we blame small dogs, without realizing that we are spoiling them.

He came with us to Athens from our 8th TNR campaign in western Greece. He is vaccinated, neutered and healthy, and looking for his forever home

In his gaze we saw all the sweetness of old age.

We saw how sensitive, how vulnerable and how incredibly sweet older animals are.

The mask on his face makes him look even sadder, and he reminded us of a commedia dell'arte protagonist, so we named him Pierrot.

Pierrot is a dog that simply exists in space, does not bother anyone, does not require anything. He simply accepts what you have to offer, and his presence is so discreet that it is almost non-existent.

He has very few needs. He wants a corner where he feels safe, good food and a little human companionship, which he never demands, but accepts when offered.

For all the above, we loved him as soon as we saw him in the 8th TNR campaign, and we couldn't let him go back to the streets. Maybe there's a home for him out there, maybe not. What is certain is that he will spend his last years with respect, dignity and as much love as we can give him.