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Toby is a child. As a happy child, he feels, behaves like a happy child, and rejoices like a happy child. If you like happy, innocent, pure dogs that give the impression they will never grow old, even if they live for twenty years, he is the ideal one.

He will always be eager, he will always be excited about whatever you do together, he will make you smile and think, 'I wish I were a dog too, and that things were that simple in my mind.'

He enjoys company, enjoys people, enjoys walks, has the smile of a small child and a pure heart. When we interact with him at the shelter, he is incredibly happy.

Sometimes he gets a bit brushed, in the summer he enjoys a bath just to cool off, and then he gets dried with a towel (accompanied by a petting like 'sorry for the trouble'), and all of this he does not for any specific reason, just because we want to spend a little more time with him.

In the midst of all this, he does a couple of commands he knows, a bit of the 'sit' that he does perfectly, and a bit of 'come back' that he also does perfectly, at least inside the shelter (when he hears his name, he comes running all happy and gets a treat).

Toby is the little dog that makes you laugh, that makes you want to play with him, the little dog that makes you forget anything unpleasant that might be happening to you, and simply enjoy the joy of life.

He is a butter dog, who allows you to scrunch him up, to lift him into your arms, to cuddle him. He has an incredible trust in people, as if they are all his friends from school and as if life is an eternal weekend. He loves walks, loves human companionship, and loves life.

It's as if nothing unpleasant has passed over him, neither a dog shelter, nor hunger, nor pain. Nothing. As if there is nothing in this world that could take away the joy he has inside him.

Among the many puppies we got from the public pound of Sparta was him. So we thought at least initially, but the little one was not a puppy.

Toby was a young teenager, about a year old, and when he first arrived, he was so small and cute that he looked like a 3-month-old puppy. His back legs looked very crooked then, but that didn't stop him from running and playing as if nothing was wrong.

One of his legs had a broken bone that was no longer operable, resulting in the bone healing incorrectly and the leg being shorter. This causes both of his hind legs to appear crooked.

Toby needs to exercise moderately to avoid pain, and since he is a dog that is people-oriented, he can go for moderate walks and expend energy gently with his owner for a few minutes each day. He enjoys working with his mind very much, and this can keep him happy without needing to run and play.

He takes some supplements for his joints and if his legs get tired he sometimes takes an anti-inflammatory.

It hurts us that this dog, who is truly a joy of life, has lived with pain since he was a puppy, but the pain has never managed to steal his joy and his smile, and that is the most important thing. He is truly a very companionable dog, who will love you and whom you will love.

He will bring you smiles every day and will give you his soul if you provide him with the care and love he needs so much.

Victor came from the public pound of Sparta, together with his three sisters. 
These four little dogs  suffered perhaps more than any other animal there. Not because they were in worse conditions than the rest, not because they were sicker than others, but because their temperament could not stand the conditions at all, not for a minute. 

These dogs suffered mentally every hour and every moment, and they showed it with every movement of their bodies, with their every gaze. Injustice, terrorism and passive abuse seemed literally painted on their faces and bodies.

We thought they were puppies, but they are not. They are four adult puppies, tiny and young, probably siblings, and have the sensitivity and kindness of a toddler.

Of the four, Victor and one girl were from the beginning the most courageous. Timidly he began to approach us, smell us, began to wag his tail and be happy, and now he is incredibly joyful and sweet. 

He is vaccinated, neutered and healthy according to her latest tests.

VIDEO of his story

Pumba came with his mom and two brothers when we were in Epirus, for the 8th sterilization action. She was only a month old at the time, and she was still breastfeeding.

The whole family came with us to Athens. The little one was weaned, grew, grew further, and became a tall, lanky and impressive dog.

These colors and these designs on his face make him look like he is wearing an artistic mask.

He was always very, very, very sweet babe, and while we were in action he was neutered he was our favorite, because he was the most chubby, the shyest, and the only one of his siblings who wasn't white.

Growing up, it was always the puppy who did not take the initiative, but would try to imitate the rest of the puppies. If his friends played with a toy, he would try to play too.

If his friends ran, he would run too. If his friends went to people for caresses, he would go too, last, with an innocence and a hesitation that was very cute.

If you touch it, you will catch the most special coat available in a dog (in our opinion!). It is dense, curly-like, although not long to curl, with hard hair and too dense. TOO dense. The fingers do not fit to go inside and reach the skin.

This sheep's coat combined with his innocent character make him special

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Pumba is a dog who wants to be confident, but doesn't know how. He was overly dependent on his brother when he was a baby, and later began to cling to other dogs at the shelter.

When he is alone he is not confident at all, while when there is another dog on his walk or in his space, he is much more open, and this is within the framework of his character.

He is the dog who will need time to open up and gain confidence, but will be cooperative, even if he is shy.

We love him very much. Maybe it's because he's so innocent, maybe because he's the only one of them all.

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It is the dog that will follow you to the end of the world, as if you are the protagonist of some movie, one of those that shows that the world has been destroyed, and little life is left on the planet. 

Selva is this kind of dog who looks people in the eye, and it's like she's trying to read what they want her to do with them. Walking with it or simply coexisting, you feel that a partnership is born between you, an alliance incredibly strong and incredibly unique. 

She exists for you and you for her, you are her person, she is your partner, you are together, a dyad, either against the world or a member of it, but by no means separately. You're in whatever you have to deal with together. 

Selva has a severed tail, and severed ears. When you raise your voice for some unrelated reason, or when you raise your hand to grab something, she thinks you're doing it to scold her, she hunches over and becomes a trickle. However, it does not go away from you. Despite being scared. 

This dog, proud and imperious, has certainly been abused. It shows in her behavior and it makes us very sad. 

Despite everything he has been through, he has an innate trust in people. If you bend over, she puts her head on your neck, and leaves it there. Even when you walk, she often rests her head on your foot, and proceeds like this. 

It is a life born to be a companion of people. He will adore you and dedicate himself to you, and you will feel that next to you you do not just have a dog, but a companion and companion. Her presence is almost human. 

On her face she has something incredibly exotic, and that's why we called her Selva, which in Spanish means jungle.

We've said it before that dogs bloom from somewhere inside them.

They may remain the same in appearance as they were before, but the difference in look, smile, freshness of happiness is so huge that many times you do not recognize the dog you thought you knew.

One such example is Polly. We met her at the public pound of Tripoli as a serious, calm dog, who did not expect much or ask for much. Her gaze was deep and her face serious. Polly is now with us and Polly is now another dog.

She laughs and shines throughout, has the enthusiasm of a puppy and the freshness of a spoiled dog.

She looks like she is something between a Labrador and a hound, from one parent she got her ears, the red-blond color and the round head and from the other she got the profile of her face, the stinging skin that you pinch and has excess, the texture and length of her wool.

Once she sees you, she will act as if he knows you. It is 

Cristiano is the dog whose mood is painted on his face, so in each photo he looks different. 

In some photos he is serious, in some he is funny, in others he is happy, in others he is bored, in others he is stupid and knows it, in some he looks lustfully, in others he stares, in others he makes fun of you and in others he looks at you as if you are making fun of him. 

Every time you look at him, you'll know what he's feeling, what he's thinking, what he wants and what he doesn't want. 

He is a very, very sweet, very cooperative and very, very good dog. He is even-tempered, but at the same time cheerful, he is enthusiastic about the little things, but at the same time discreet and in manners.