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13/09/2025

We only stopped by the bank for five minutes. Just five.
I told my son to stay close while I used the ATM in the lobby. He was in one of those moods—curious, wiggly, asking questions about everything from ceiling fans to how money “comes out of the wall.”
Next thing I know, I turn around and he’s deep in conversation with two California Highway Patrol officers standing by a table near the entrance, like they were his long-lost uncles.
I panicked for a second, ready to apologize for him bothering them, but before I could say anything, one of the officers crouched down to his level and handed him a shiny sticker badge.
That was it. Bond sealed.
My son puffed out his chest like he’d just made rank. Started asking about their walkie-talkies, what all the buttons did, and—this part I’ll never forget—whether they “eat donuts or just save them for emergencies.” 🍩

13/09/2025

We're excited to announce that after 10 long months Sniper was finally adopted! Sniper came to our Marathon Campus last year after a serious incident with the other dog in the home resulted in the amputation of her front leg. Thanks to an incredible foster, Sniper made a full recovery and was ready to be adopted just a few months later. Despite plenty of adorable photos from her foster home showing what a well behaved and snuggly dog she was, it would take much longer than we expected for there to be any adoption interest in her at all.

Unbeknownst to us, her mom had an eye on her all along. Her previous housing would not allow pets, but she knew she was relocating in September, and told herself that if Sniper was still available for adoption then, that it would be meant to be! Well, as it turns out, it was meant to be and 10 months later a three legged, senior pit bull found her forever home! We couldn't be happier for Sniper and her new family. Way to go Sniper!

13/09/2025

So many of you have followed my Chickie over the years so I decide to do this post for that reason. 3 weeks ago sweet little Chickie was diagnosed with cancer. The last 3 weeks she has been getting Chemotherapy treatments. Tuesday she had surgery and is now home. My heart is broken as you all know how much I love her. We are fighting her fight with amazing doctors. There is nothing we will not do for Chickie. I’m not going to respond here but I felt as my friends and followers as well as Chickie’s you all would want to know. As we learn more I’ll put updates. And I thank all of you for all the love you have always given Chickie. Now I’m going to get her some treats and lots of pampering and extra love.
❤️Daniel Mancini

13/09/2025

We just picked her up yesterday… and already, we can’t imagine life without her. Meet Mocha! 🩷🩷

When we first saw her at the shelter, she was curled up tightly in the corner of her kennel—silent, unsure, and watching the world with cautious eyes. Her fur was a little patchy, her spirit a little worn, but there was something in her gaze that said, “I’m still hoping someone will see me.”

And we did.

As soon as we walked in, she perked up just a little. When we knelt down beside her, she slowly leaned in—just enough to say, “Okay… maybe you’re safe.”

The ride home was quiet, but calm. She sat beside us, peeking out the window, as if trying to understand if this was real. Once inside, Mocha gently explored every room, then did something that made us both tear up—she rested her head on our lap, let out the softest sigh, and closed her eyes.

That was the moment we knew—she chose us, too.

In just 24 hours, she’s already wagging her tail, chasing toys (badly), and giving out kisses like she’s been doing it forever. She’s goofy. She’s gentle. She’s finally safe.

Mocha may have come home yesterday, but she’s been part of our hearts from the second we met.

Here’s to second chances and forever love. 💕🐾

Credit ~ Respected Owner

13/09/2025

Lacey Grace’s Morning Adventure

Lacey Grace started her day off right, playing with her best pal, Katie. Katie came over bright and early to hang out before school. The two had a great time together, laughing and playing until it was time for breakfast.

After a good meal, Lacey Grace headed off to school. During recess, she was especially excited because she got to play with two of her good friends, Rom and Myles. Even though they’re in a different class, Lacey Grace always finds them at recess, and they make sure to play together every day.

13/09/2025

A few days ago, I saw this stray dog 🐶 a bit neglected on the side of the road 🌆. I was coming home and for some reason I decided to grab some dog food and give it to him 🍽️. His face lit up when he saw me pull up with the pot ✨. He sniffed her carefully, then jumped on it with so much joy that I felt like I had given him the biggest feast of his life 🐾❤️.

Since this day, he passes every day, wagging his tail, waiting for me to come back with food 🐕💖. His eyes always express so much gratitude 😌; it’s like he’s saying “thank you” in his own way. I'm finding it hard to ignore her now 🌟. The bond we are starting to form is something beautiful ✨, and I wonder... could I be the one to give him a forever home 🏡❤️ ?

This morning after he finished eating he looked at me, with a face full of satisfaction 😺💛 and I realized: this little soul could become a permanent part of my life 🌈🐾. His simple happiness has already brought so much light into my world ✨, and I think he deserves a loving home 🏡💖.

13/09/2025

Teddy is 10 years today of pure love 😍

13/09/2025

❤️❤️ Mees back home from seeing Dr Jones! 😃 Her was so happy to see da Mango looking better. Dr Jones said Mees gotta keep da stitches in another week since she removed two of them on Monday and flushed Mees eyes.
She replaced those stitches after the flush and they not be ready to come back out! ☺️ Mees hasn’t gained any weight so Dr Jones told Mom to increase Mees daily intake. 🤪 Mom said that means da Mango get a bigger breakfast 🥞 and supper! Yippee! 🥳 Maybe Mees can have pancakes 🥞🤗
Dr Jones listened to Mees chest and da heart murmur still be there. 😩 It be a 3 out of 6. Dr Jones starting Mees on medicine 💊 and we recheck a week from today. Dat heart murmur have Mees concerned. 😟 Mees not want a broken heart 💔 🙁

13/09/2025

Today my world got a little dimmer with the passing of my baby boy Ozzy. Gone in my arms, peacefully, but far too soon. Barely a month ago, he still seemed full of life, before the diagnosis struck like a thunderbolt: Evans Disease. A rare, unpredictable disease that destroyed his forces without ever starting his luminous mind. We tried all the possible treatments, but her body never reacted to immunosuppressants.

This morning he had no strength to walk. He refused to eat, so I knew the time had come. Took him to the vet for one last check up, heavy heart, knowing what was ahead. We had planned to bid him farewell at home, surrounded by his smells and landmarks, but fate decided otherwise. On the way home while he was curled up in my lap, he just stopped breathing. He left softly, in my arms, as if he had chosen his own moment, to spare me the pain of having to let him go any other way.

Ozzy was nine. Nine years of complicity, tenderness, laughter and everlasting memories. I thought we'd still have long years ahead of us, and it's this illusion that makes his departure so brutal. Because he wasn't just a dog: he was my sunshine, the joy of my life and my mother's. He knew how to read our emotions like a person, and instinctively came to comfort us when we were sad.

He had this rare gift: he was amazing with kids, patient, gentle, always thoughtful. With strangers, he seemed sociable and curious, happy to be stroked. I was proud of him every time we went to the park, where he approached people with that quiet assurance that characterized him.

Ozzy also had his own little temper He could be stubborn, stubborn even, especially on walks. If he wanted to extend his exit, he would just sit and refuse to move forward until I gave in. He also loved his mischievous games: catching socks or chasing a tennis ball, then giving me the stare as if challenging me. These moments of complicity remain etched in me like bursts of pure happiness.

Her last breath marked me forever. The pain is enormous, and I still don't know how to move through it. But I know one thing ozzy changed my life He gave me nine years of unconditional love, nine years of treasured memories, nine years of a presence that will never truly fade.

To whoever reads these words, I ask you a favor, give your dogs an extra hug, give them all the love they deserve, for me, for Ozzy. And keep a moment in your thoughts this beautiful boy with a tender look and a huge heart. For even though he is no longer with me physically, his spirit will always shine in my life. 🥹🙏🌹

12/09/2025

12/09/2025

Holly was barely alive when my wife found her, lying motionless on the side of the road. She had no strength to move. Her body told the story—skin stretched over bones, signs of abuse, a life discarded without care. Someone left her to die. But that wasn’t her ending.

We took her in, and then we waited.

At first, she was quiet. No barking, little appetite, barely lifting her head. Slowly, though, she began to realize this home was hers. Now she runs with boundless energy, as if making up for every moment she lost. She greets us like we’ve been gone for ages, even if we just stepped out of the room.

The vet estimates she’s six or seven months old, but her experiences weigh heavier than her tiny frame. She struggles with separation anxiety, pressing against us as if to merge her heartbeat with ours. Going outside is a challenge—she resists the open world, perhaps because it reminds her of where she came from. Housebreaking takes patience, but it’s possible.

There’s something in her eyes—pure, unshakable loyalty. Not taught, not trained. She’s not easy, not simple, but she’s real. And she loves us completely.

Holly is work—but the kind that makes you better. The kind that asks for patience and rewards it with unwavering trust. Not everyone experiences that kind of connection.

She almost didn’t survive. Now, she’s one of the reasons we do.

12/09/2025

One day, as I walked through the shelter, I wasn’t expecting anything in particular—just another visit, another chance to show some love. But then I saw them: a goofy Italian Greyhound with the quirkiest grin, and right beside him, a floppy-eared rabbit with the softest eyes.

People walked past, barely noticing them. But something tugged at my heart. They were an unlikely pair, but somehow, I just knew. Without hesitation, I said, “I’ll take them both.”

From the moment we got home, magic happened. They became inseparable—chasing each other around the living room, napping in a tangled cuddle pile, and turning every walk and vet visit into a parade of smiles. People would stop and stare, amazed by their friendship.

They taught me something beautiful: love doesn’t care about species or shape. It just is. These two showed me that the heart recognizes kindness, loyalty, and connection—no matter what form it comes in.

Together, they didn’t just change my life—they reminded me that everyone deserves a chance to belong, to be seen, and to be loved. 💛🐾🐰