Happy endings

Bucla (meaning curl in Greek) came to us at the 8th TNR campaign in western Greece, along with her 4 brothers. She was only one month old at the time. After the sterilizations were over, she returned with us to Athens, grew up, was vaccinated, became a doll, and is ready for his forever home. 

We called him Naige, from the word for snow in French.

Once upon a time he definitely had another name, another life, other people he trusted. He lost all this and in the shelter he started all over again.

But sheltering dogs that once had a home isn't exactly a beginning, it's a setback, and every animal experiences this setback differently.

Naige is a bit confused and hesitant at the moment. He is not happy at the moment, he is just slowly getting used to a routine, and through this routine will come the feeling of security and maybe at some point he will forget what he lost and become happy again.

Ideally, before getting used here, we'd like him to be adopted and go to his forever home so that the shelter is just a memory, a bad dream, and nothing else.

These dogs with mustaches and eyebrows and beards make you think they are philosophers, essayists, art historians, etc., and you want to set them up in front of a library and photograph them there.

Unfortunately we don't have a library in the shelter. Anyway.

This is Ricky, and he's as wise as any dog out there, no more. At least not as far as we know.

He's a little scared at the moment, and he's a little wary, but he still approaches you to smell you very close to the face, walks you on a leash, and takes some more time to fully trust and become a happy dog.

He is very young and has his whole life ahead of him to learn and do all this, and much more.

Martin is like a puppy, not just because of his size.

It's also his look, and that puppy haircut he had in the beginning, and various other things that make him look like a baby.

He is a dog who was quite scared in the beginning, not so much because he is fearful, but because of the change of environment.

Little by little he becomes more and more brave and brave, and he goes for a walk wagging his tail and stops and takes pictures among the ivies.

From the look in his eyes you can see a brilliant dog who can sell a refrigerator to an Eskimo if he wants, and in a short time, as soon as he gets over what is driving him back, he will conquer the world.

Pepita came to the shelter and she adjusted immediately.

She follows the other dogs, and has not disturbed the balance with her presence not for one moment. 

However, everyting she does, she does it not as if she is a follower, but as if she had predecided to do what she was about to do

With her short legs, her undecided ears and her serious, cute face, she is a gem, and a very adjustable and nice dog. 

She is vaccinated, spayed and healthy

Farfala in Italian means butterfly, and to this dog fit this name like no other.

First of all, she is like a butterfly in a ppearance.

Whether she has her ears up, in which case they are like wings, or she has them below, in which case it is as if the wind has blown them where she was flying on a flower, Farfala is like the first spring when everything has begun to bloom and all nature rejoices and wakes up and wants to enjoy new life,  the spring sun and waking up from the harsh winter, the closure and boredom.

She is a happy, kind-hearted creature, who if he could would really fly from hug to hug, but instead he just runs from hug to hug and enjoys life.

She is still a baby, very enthusiastic and very happy. She has lost one eye, which between her eyebrows is almost impossible to understand.