Happy endings

Don't look and realize that this dog has never had even half a chance in his life. Not half, never by anyone. 

No one dealt properly, or probably not at all, no one ever loved her, no one helped her, not in the slightest. 

And yet, this dog with zero opportunities, managed not only to survive, but to stand on her feet and her values, which she alone discovered and decided to maintain, as if she had them from a previous life. 

Betty is an even-tempered dog. With her wonderful, pitch-black eyes, she looks and observes what is happening around her, but she does not intervene or take initiatives on her own. At the moment he mainly observes. 

It is very cooperative with people. Whether you want to take her for a walk, want her to sit next to you quietly, or try an exercise with her, Betty will work together, as if she knows that's what a dog should do. 

He has the intelligence of a wolf dog, without having the confidence.

Now that her life has changed, that she has attention, love, education and proper care, she observes everything trying to understand the new reality, and learn how to become the best version of herself in it. 

We believe that she will be able to become a cooperative, good and trustworthy pet, and that all this love she has been deprived of, she will give generously if given a chance. 

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He is short, with a little crooked front legs, just enough to give him style, a tail too thick for their size, a pointed head, a head pointed, a lacy one, and two eyes that are as if he suffers from insomnia, and these insomnia have created nerves for him.

Rico is small, cute, with personality and confidence, but the most amazing thing about him is their dancing skills. Some of us call it tick, some call it danceable. Whether it's one or the other, the choreography is so complex that we have it on  video because we can't describe it. He only does it when he is behind bars or behind glass and sees you from afar.

The more you don't pay attention to him, the more intense the dancing is, because that's how he tries to get your attention.

At home, if you want to enjoy the choreography, you can for example leave him inside while he watered the plants on the terrace, and out of the corner of your eye enjoy the dance.

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.