A girl from pokrovskoye richardalovsky Ukraine submitted a Facebook message to a local animal shelter claiming that near her departed owner left for a month, the owner of this house left two miserable chained dogs recently.
The name of this poster girl is to detect Xenia rotten smell in this house of course many were ridiculed to Xenia’s dismay and delete the post.
The rescue team of that local shelter had no information, no address, no phone number, and after they saw the sad pictures, they decided to locate themselves to save these two poor pets.
After almost three hours of traveling and questioning the individuals arrived home. After breaking the lock they get into the house a terrible rotten smell was rising, tragically one child did not survive.
The other was a Labrador, he was just bones and a terrible patient, he was starving for several days, he cried a lot and his tears are still flowing. Perhaps he was very sad. He was scared and did not dare to look at the Savior.
They called him the president.
The exhausted child in the car was taken to the vet, the boss is examined, after the transfusion the baby will be taken care of at the vet a little.
Boss has a great appetite, he eats well which is great, he is an exceptionally smart guy.
The boss is developing every day, he is released and welcomed into a temporary house, he is waiting for a joyful home.
Finally something wonderful happened, boss was adopted by a family in Kiev, boss’s wonderful adventure began.
Now is the moment when we look forward to watching the days of this delightful Angel. A really cool boss who loves everything has a big family.
“We appreciate his new family very much. we will always miss you, boss.”
MY 76-YEAR-OLD HUSBAND GAVE ME A PUPPY FOR CHRISTMAS – EVEN THOUGH OUR KIDS WERE AGAINST IT!
The ornate Christmas tree shimmered with lights, and the air was thick with the scent of pine needles and gingerbread. But the festive cheer in our household was quickly overshadowed by a furry, four-legged surprise. My husband, bless his heart, had decided to gift me a puppy for Christmas.
Now, I love dogs. Absolutely adore them. But at 76, with our children long grown and flown, and our lives settled into a comfortable routine of leisurely walks and quiet evenings, a puppy felt like a bomb had been dropped on our peaceful existence.
“Surprise!” my husband announced, beaming as he led a wriggling, yipping creature into the living room. It was a golden retriever puppy, the cutest, most adorable creature I had ever seen. But the initial delight quickly gave way to a wave of apprehension.
Our children, who had visited earlier that day, were less than thrilled. “Dad, really?” my daughter exclaimed, her voice laced with disbelief. “A puppy? At your age?” My son, ever the pragmatist, chimed in, “Who’s going to walk it every day? Who’s going to clean up after it? Who’s going to deal with the barking and the chewing?”
My husband, oblivious to the brewing storm, was already enthralled. He was naming the puppy “Champ” and making grand plans for long walks in the park. I, meanwhile, was trying to figure out how to break the news to the dog walker we’d used for our previous dog, who had sadly passed away a few years ago.
The next few days were a whirlwind. The puppy, true to breed, was a whirlwind of energy. He chewed on shoes, barked incessantly, and peed on the rug (multiple times). My husband, bless his heart, was in his element. He spent hours playing fetch in the backyard, his face beaming with joy.
But the reality of the situation quickly set in. The sleepless nights, the constant cleaning, the endless walks in the rain – it was taking a toll. My husband, despite his initial enthusiasm, was starting to look weary. His back ached, and his energy levels were dwindling.
One evening, as I watched him struggle to lift the exuberant puppy onto the couch, I realized something had to change. I sat him down and had a serious conversation. I explained how much I appreciated his thoughtfulness, but that perhaps a puppy wasn’t the best fit for us at this stage in our lives.
He looked at me, a flicker of disappointment in his eyes. But then he smiled. “You’re right,” he conceded. “Maybe a puppy is a bit much right now.”
We decided to find a loving home for Champ. It was a difficult decision, but we knew it was the right one. We found a wonderful young couple who were eager to give Champ the attention and energy he deserved.
While we missed the playful puppy, we also enjoyed the return of our peaceful evenings. And my husband, to my surprise, seemed to enjoy the extra time to pursue his hobbies – gardening and reading – without the constant demands of a rambunctious puppy.
In the end, the Christmas puppy incident taught us a valuable lesson: sometimes, the best gifts are the ones that truly fit into our lives. And sometimes, the most loving thing to do is to let go.
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