Happy endings

There are some dogs whose external beauty reflects their inner beauty, and this is one of them.

Ariel, with her wonderful combination of ears + whiskers, her sweet look and her wonderful pale colors, is a sweet, easy-going and easy-going creature.

She has been on the street, she has lived in the shelter and has lived in a shelter, in the company of three cats, and she was excellent.

She is very clean for her age, gets dirty on her walk, is calm, sweet and respectful of people and animals with whom she lives.

Vivo is a small, young and sweet dog, with a tender muzzle and two wonderful wet and large eyes. 

He's hesitant with people he doesn't know, and he's great with people he knows and trusts. If he knows you and loves you, Vivo lives for you, falls on you for caresses, wags his tail and asks for your caresses. 

If he doesn't know you, he may not approach you initially, but he has so much coverage that it will take very little time to master it. 

He enjoys the company of other dogs, and imitates the most sociable dogs in everything, always maintaining a discretion and shyness that characterizes him. 

Cleopatra was abandoned on the street like so many hounds.

Shegot very sick, hungry and cold. She is by nature a slim, very short coated dog, and the misery combined with her art made her a shadow of herself.

In appearance only, not character. Cleopatra never lost her character.

She never stopped wagging her tail, even when she was skeleton and about to collapse.

From her clinical picture she seemed to be dying, from her behavior and mood she seemed ready to run in the mountains.

Cleopatra is an incredibly strong dog. Strong as an organism and strong mentally. She's not afraid of anything, she's not stopped by anything, she's incredibly cheerful and incredibly sociable.

It took a long time to gain weight and look healthy, but she managed it. 

She is sociable, she is a dog with confidence and personality, very balanced and cooperative. 

Phoebus is as if he had fallen asleep at night bathed but still with wet hair, having forgotten the music on the tuning fork, and suddenly woke up in the morning with his eyes cutting him off because he had forgotten to take off his flashlights, his hair frizzy as it dried itself in sleep, and a wonder as to how this night went so wrong at the same time as a sourness because of the wool,  Because of the lenses that cut him, and because he discovered, among other things, that he ran out of coffee. 

You understand what has happened to the dog and its appearance, and how much inspiration it creates for us by its whole stature and its nose and style. 

In addition to all the above, Phoebus is the classy shepherd who is bored with his life enough, who goes out to smell and make his chisa slowly and bored, and whose philosophy of life is "why should I try where, I don't see the reason/ Why should I sit when I can lie down/ Why should I go there if I can stay where I am?

Phoebus had been found with a rope buried deep in his neck, having become one with his skin that was slowly rotting. Apparently when he was a puppy someone tied him up, left him, the rope remained around his neck, and as he grew, the rope got deeper and deeper into his neck. 

Now he has a mark around his neck where some hair is missing and nothing else. No wound is left from what he has been through, and he walks on the leash just fine. 

When he is free on the estate, he follows us on ALL dog walks. He starts with us and with any dog we take for a walk, following from behind, in some parts of the route cuts a road and finds us again at the point where we pass, suddenly appearing in a phase of "TSA, I caught up with you", then he sits on the lake, where we always stop with all the dogs, and then uphill to the shelter, from the rear guard turns it to the vanguard,  walking ahead, and waiting in the parking lot until we come out with the next dog.

And give it all over again. He is capable of making ten times the whole estate. He is so consistent that he apparently considers this to be his job for a few days, to necessarily go wherever the herd goes. We say he will get tired and stop but NO, he continues. It's to work overtime, he tells you today, never mind, I like my job.

Any dogs he likes he already plays with like a puppy, rolls on the grass, and for most of every walk he has a smile.

We met him at the municipal kennel of Tripoli, and fell in love with him. For his sullen face, for his mixed hair, and for his wonderful character. It has all the good things about a sheepdog, all these characteristics that we adore about these animals, and none but no negatives.

Cleo is a wonderful dog. She is sweet, tender, easy-going and kind.

She's great with other dogs, doesn't bother them, isn't bothered, and is incredibly patient with puppies, who sometimes use her as a clip and pillow.

He enjoys every moment for who he is. When she is going for a walk she enjoys her walk, and when she is going to sit calmly and hang out she does just that, she relaxes and sleeps in good weather.

It is the dog that will not create problems, will not make a fuss, will not demand something for no reason.

As a hound that she is, on the walk she likes to smell, explore and has a tendency to pull, and generally has a very strong hunting instinct, like Setters, in this playful way, but she is very communicative and can learn everything very easily, as long as someone shows it to her in the right way.

When dogs grow up, they become wise. Everything about them thickens and softens, but what makes them irresistible is this wisdom in their eyes and in their souls. 

Miltos is old. How he lived and how his life was until now we do not know. He came to us from DIKEPAZ, because we wanted to give him a chance to find a forever home. 

He is a good, cooperative, and kind dog, and it is very pleasant to be with him. It radiates a calmness and serenity. 

Apart from old age, he is otherwise very healthy.