Carmen's Fund... ➙
So, some of you know & some of you don’t. I recently adopted a 10 month old puppy. Her name is Carmen. A former stray dog, she was only a few hours from being put to death at the local Animal Services.
The same morning of the day she was to be put down, I joined a local Facebook group about animals in the local shelter, and was almost immediately approved. The first post on my news feed was from that group. It was a video of a malnourished dog laying on her side in kennel B8, hugging herself with her tail and visibly shaking as the dogs in surround kennels barked endlessly. She knew that her time was up and she was terrified. One of the women in the group posted the video, and was pleading for someone to at least foster this dog. I had only a few hours to convince my husband, who was at work, that I had to adopt this dog. And that day, I did.
Carmen, then still known only as B8, was so happy to be pulled from her kennel. Her tail wagged and she nearly jumped on me the first time we met. It’s like she knew that I had come to save her. When they had to put her back in the kennel, because I couldn’t pick her up until the next day, she nearly cried out and struggled with the handler to not go back.
She has been home for a few days and things are going okay. Carmen suffers from one of the worst cases of separation anxiety that I have ever seen and I am working on kennel training her to prevent her from hurting herself or destroying the house when I cannot be with her.
If you would like to read the rest of Carmen’s story, please click the link!
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im sorry. is my swag distracting you
RENÉ MAGRITTE (1898-1967) - L’ÉTAT DE VEILLE
I hate it when you stop being friends with someone or you break up with someone cause you’ve got all this information about them like at the back of your mind like their birthday or their favorite game or whatever, and even years later things will come up and you’ll think about that person and its like. Oh. and it never really stops
this is so painful