When you live in a village surrounded by people of questionable worldviews, priority orders and sense of morality in general, oftentimes you find they’d tossed things into your yard. Sometimes some of them decide to take a step further and instead of things, leave their no longer wanted pets near your doorstep, trapped in boxes or plastic bags because such arrangements make those poor furry souls resemble more closely to things and therefore easier to part with? I don’t know, and honestly, I don’t want to know. What I would like to know is what made the person who left a puppy tied to my mailbox this morning resort to such an action. They obviously need help of some sort, as does the said puppy.
It breaks my heart that I am not able to keep him, but he deserves a family with enough space, strength and financial stability to cater to his needs as a puppy with great potential towards growing and learning to become the best possible version of himself. I have contacted several shelters asking if there is a chance for them to take him over and help find him a proper home, but while waiting for their responses, I need your help. Since my current financial situation is dangerously close to being non-existent, I have opened a ko-fi link through which you can help me provide for the puppy while he’s under my care.
Every donation and reblog of this post would be more than welcome!
Let me tell you a bit more about him while we’re waiting for the shelters’ replies:
- he’s approximately three months old, and so far
it’s been suggested he might be a mix of rottweiler, alsatian, pomeranian, possibly
even husky
-
mom and I have decided we won’t be giving him a
name, since that would only make our inevitable separation even more difficult
to handle
- we combed
him and removed 27 ticks of various sizes while doing so
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I mean, can you even imagine what he must have
felt like living with so many parasites? How did he even manage to accumulate
them during this time of year? I don’t even want to imagine the awful
conditions he must have been kept in. I’d like him to see a vet as soon as
possible, but the local one doesn’t treat pets, so again everything depends on
what the shelters’ officials are going to say
-
in spite of everything he’s been through, he’s a
little ball of unadulterated energy – curios, playful, friendly, and filled
with tons of love to give
-
his preferred way of expressing that love is
tackling you on the floor & proceeding to give you kisses
-
unfortunately, my own dog (an elderly lady according
to doggo standards) and cats aren’t exactly fond of his friend-making methods
-
cat no.1
is full-on offended, cat no.2 is downright shooketh
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neither of them is currently speaking to me 😅
He’s still not speaking to me.
New day, new update:
- Remember when I said we would not be naming him? Yeah, I lied, his name is Turbo.
- He is the
embodiment of non-stop, the concept of “chill” does not exist as far as he’s
concerned.
- He’s already mastered the art of going for walks on a leash like a real pro, with minimal
tugging and protesting 😊
- Another one
of his hidden specialties is turning already long walks into even longer ones.
- He seems to
have a penchant for converting household items into toys.
- Bad news is
that so far, the only nearby shelter that messaged me back is the one that
euthanizes animals unless they are adopted in two months time starting from the
date they’re admitted. Two months may sound like a lot of time, but I can’t
bear the possibility of his quest for a new, better and happier life ending in
such a tragic and unfair way. I’ve started contacting shelters outside the
county, in hope that one of them will have an open spot for him.
- Luckily,
he’s not a picky eater, which is great since I’m not able to afford any
specialized puppy food for him. If anybody would like to help us, they can do
so by donating here.
- Meanwhile my own doggo is officially done™ with everything.
- Cats – distressed.
- Older dog –
exasperated.
- Makeshift
bed humans made for me – wrecked.
- Afternoon
playtime – prolonged from one to over two hours!
- I am being
forcibly dragged into the realm of sleep. 💤💤💤
It snowed today which means playtime outside was limited. Puppy was bursting at the seams with unspent energy, running around, jumping and breaking things. In a desperate attempt to calm him down, I sang a lullaby, even though I can’t sing. He didn’t mind. He’s an angel.
See? An angel.
A distant but otherwise great shelter has responded saying they can take him in, provided that I find a way of transport, which means scraping up some gas money. I can’t drive, and finding someone willing to help in that regard will be difficult enough even without having to worry about being able to offer proper payment in return. Although I’d love to see Turbo the puppy seize the opportunity because this shelter would give him the much needed company of his peers, adequate veterinarian care and better food; chances of that happening are far from good. If anyone reading this could help through my ko-fi, it would mean not just the world, but the entire galaxy surrounding it! ❤︎
Guys, please PLEASE consider donating as little as you can, so that this doggy can get to a shelter as soon as possible. Thank you so much!
And reblogging helps as well, if you are unable to donate anything. Thank you!!!