Lucy D

I was lost, dehydrated and malnourished running down a road in Florida. I was rescued and now live in Texas. I want to help others find a home that loves them.

[Lucy D @LucyDatx]

Had an appointment with Dr Walker this morning.

She and her team are so wonderful.

If you need a veterinarian in Central Texas, here she is.

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[Gabriele Corno @Gabriele_Corno]

This happened July at Dallas Airport TSA checkpoint. The boy is Noah, 8 years old. Autistic and nonverbal.
The mother is Jennifer. Noah was having a sensory meltdown. Overwhelming security checkpoint noise, crowds, procedures.
Sitting on the floor screaming. Rocking.
Hands hitting his head. Jennifer knelt beside him trying to calm him. Nothing worked. TSA agents tried to help. Made it worse. Travelers walked around staring.
Taking photos. Then a woman approached.
Her name is Patricia, 54. The dog is Max, a
5-year-old German Shepherd. Patricia's
PTSD service dog. Phone camera footage from another traveler shows Patricia wheeling toward Noah in her wheelchair.
Stops ten feet away.
Releases Max's leash.
Max walks to Noah on his own. Lies down.
Presses his body against Noah's side. Deep pressure. Noah's screaming stops immediately. His hands move from hitting his head to gripping Max's fur. The rocking slows. Noah curls against Max. Stays there for eleven minutes. Jennifer watches crying.
Patricia stays back. Doesn't approach. Just lets Max work. When Noah finally calms down and stands, Jennifer approaches Patricia. Says: "How did you know? Thank you." Patricia said: "Max pulled toward Noah. He's my PTSD dog, not trained for autism. But he recognized Noah needed help. I trusted Max's instincts." Jennifer told: "Noah was in full meltdown. I couldn't reach him. TSA couldn't help.
Everyone was staring. Judging. Then this stranger let her service dog comfort my son. Max did in two minutes what I couldn't do in forty. He gave Noah what he needed-pressure and calm." Patricia said: "Max is trained to help me with PTSD. But he knows when others need help too. He's done this before-pulled toward people in distress. I always trust him. Max knew Noah needed him." Noah told his mom later through his communication device: "The dog helped me. The noise stopped hurting when the dog was there." TSA supervisor contacted Patricia and Jennifer afterward.
Commended Patricia for the intervention. Offered Noah priority boarding. Sometimes angels wear service vests and know exactly who needs them.

[All Shepherd Rescue @AllShepherdResq]

Help River find a Loving home @Penny2449 @MarkSagarin @AshiaReiki @OffTheLeashFP @MillieOTLFP @The_Animal_Team @Nightowl400 @EMluvsPibbles @irishfox1949
@FETCHDogTrainer #GermanShepherd #GSD #AdoptDontShop #TeamZay
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[Pilots N Paws @PilotsNPaws]

I had the opportunity to fly a mom & her 4 pups from Mount Airy to Wilmington, NC for #FirstMateDogRescue.
I have a huge passion for rescuing animals. Being able to combine flying & logging hours with #PilotsNPaws is a perfect fit makes it more meaningful ~ Captain Liam DeLaney

[𝕐o̴g̴ @Yoda4ever]

When a big turtle got stuck in a railing, three tiny turtles teamed up to repeatedly push their friend until they broke free..🐢😊

Teamwork makes the dream work..❤️

[Gabriele Corno @Gabriele_Corno]

The elderly lady on the bus is showing off a truly unusual handbag.

[SK @SteCK1878]

If you get a dog, apparently it lowers your stress levels! 😂😂

[Lucy D @LucyDatx]

@Crazymoments01 Just love this..

[Crazy Moments @Crazymoments01]

"Went To The Shelter Looking For One Senior Dog... But Two Empty Leashes Hanging Outside A Kennel Changed Everything. That was the first thing I noticed. Not the barking. Not the volunteers moving from kennel to kennel. Not the bulletin board covered with adoption photos and happy endings. It was the leashes. Two old leashes hanging side by side outside a kennel door. Both worn. Both faded. Both clearly used for years. Inside the kennel were two elderly dogs lying shoulder to shoulder on a single blanket. One was a large black Labrador with a graying muzzle and cloudy brown eyes. The other was a smaller Beagle mix whose head rested against the Lab's chest as if that was the safest place in the world. Neither dog came forward when I approached. Neither barked. Neither wagged. They simply watched. Quietly. Patiently. Almost as if they had learned not to expect much anymore. I hadn't planned on meeting them. In fact, I had come to the shelter with a very specific goal. Six years earlier, my wife had passed away after a long battle with cancer. Since then, life had become smaller. Quieter. My daughter lived across the country. My son called often, but he had his own family. Most days it was just me, an empty house, and too much silence. I didn't want a puppy. I didn't have the energy for chewed furniture or midnight potty breaks. I wanted an older dog. One that understood slow mornings and afternoon naps. A dog who, like me, had already lived through a few things. A volunteer named Jenna walked me through the shelter. We stopped at several kennels. A Shepherd mix. A senior Golden Retriever. An older Terrier. Then we reached the last row. Jenna's smile faded slightly. She looked toward the pair of dogs. "These two are Max and Charlie," she said softly. The Labrador lifted his head. The Beagle didn't. Instead, he pushed himself a little closer against Max. I noticed that immediately. Jenna noticed me noticing. Then she sighed. "They came here together." Something in her voice made me ask what happened. She glanced toward the dogs. Then told me their story. Their owner had been an elderly widower who lived alone on a small farm outside town. For nearly twelve years, Max and Charlie had been his constant companions. Neighbors said the three of them were inseparable. Every morning they walked the property together. Every evening they sat on the porch watching the sunset. Then one winter evening, the man suffered a fatal heart attack. Everything changed overnight. For nearly a week, the dogs remained on the property waiting for him. Neighbors brought food. They filled water bowls. But the dogs refused to leave the front porch. They slept beside the front door every night. Waiting. Watching. Hoping. When relatives finally arrived to settle the estate, they found both dogs exactly where they'd been left. Still waiting. Still looking toward the driveway. Still expecting their person to come home. The story hit me harder than I expected. Maybe because I understood waiting for someone who wasn't coming back. Maybe because grief looks similar no matter how many legs you walk on. Jenna continued. "The family couldn't keep them." I nodded. Unfortunately, I'd heard that part before. Then she added something else. "We tried separating them." The words came quietly. "Just once." I looked at the dogs. "What happened?" Jenna shook her head. "Charlie wouldn't eat." The Beagle remained motionless beside Max. "Max spent the entire day pacing and crying." The Labrador looked toward Charlie as if hearing his name. "After that, we promised we'd never separate them again." My chest tightened. Because I already knew the problem. Adopting one senior dog is hard enough for most people. Adopting two? Even harder. Especially older dogs with medical needs. Everyone had reasons. Reasonable reasons. Two dogs cost more. Two dogs required more space. Two dogs meant double the vet bills. Potential adopters would meet them, hear the story, feel sad... Then leave. Days became weeks. Weeks became months. The dogs remained together. Waiting once again. I stood there staring at them. Trying to be practical. Trying to remember my original plan. One dog. One bed. One food bowl. One companion. That had been the plan. Then something happened. Max slowly climbed to his feet. His hips were stiff with age. His movements were slow. But instead of walking toward me, he positioned himself directly in front of Charlie. Not aggressively. Protectively. The way an older brother might stand in front of someone smaller. The way family stands for family. A few moments later, Charlie finally lifted his head. His eyes looked tired. Not physically tired. Heart-tired. The kind of tired that comes from losing everything familiar. Jenna opened the kennel door. "You can sit with them if you'd like." So I did. I sat cross-legged on the floor. For a while, neither dog moved. The silence felt strangely important. Like nobody wanted to rush anything. Max approached first. He sniffed my shoe. Then my hand. Then settled a few feet away. Charlie stayed behind him. Watching. Waiting. Several long minutes passed. Then Charlie slowly stood. His legs trembled slightly. He took one step. Then another. Finally, he rested his head on my knee. That was all. No excitement. No dramatic moment. Just trust. A tiny, fragile offering of trust. And somehow that felt bigger than anything. I swallowed hard. Because suddenly I wasn't thinking about dog beds. Or food bowls. Or veterinary bills. I was thinking about my quiet house. The untouched guest room. The empty recliner by the fireplace. The mornings spent drinking coffee alone. For years I had convinced myself that my house was complete. Sitting there with those two old dogs, I realized the truth. It wasn't complete. It was lonely. I looked up at Jenna. "I guess I'm going to need two dog beds." She smiled immediately. Then started crying. Which made me laugh and cry at the same time. The drive home was quiet. Both dogs shared the back seat. Halfway home, I glanced in the mirror. Charlie was asleep. His head rested on Max's shoulder. Max remained awake. Watching the road. Watching me. Watching their future. When we arrived home, Max entered first. Of course he did. He inspected every room carefully. The kitchen. The hallway. The living room. The backyard. Charlie followed so closely behind that they almost looked connected. That evening, I filled two bowls. For the first time in a long while, both dogs ate every bite. Side by side. That night, I woke around 3 a.m. and walked into the living room. The moonlight streamed through the window. Max and Charlie were asleep together on their new beds. Except neither dog was actually using his own bed. They had pushed them together. Charlie was sleeping with his head draped over Max's paws. Max rested his chin on Charlie's back. For the first time since arriving at the shelter, they looked peaceful. Not worried. Not waiting. Not grieving. Just resting. I know I'll never replace the man they lost. Nobody could. Some bonds are too special for that. But maybe healing doesn't mean replacing what came before. Maybe it means carrying those memories into a new chapter. Max and Charlie didn't need a perfect home. They just needed to stay together. And somewhere along the way, two old dogs rescued something in me too. I thought I was bringing them home. The truth is, they brought life back into mine. Now the house isn't silent anymore. It's filled with the sound of paws on hardwood floors. Gentle snores during afternoon naps. And two old dogs who remind me every day that love doesn't end when someone leaves. Sometimes it simply finds a new place to live. And sometimes, if you're lucky, it comes with two leashes instead of one.

[All Shepherd Rescue @AllShepherdResq]

Help Margret find a Loving home @Penny2449 @MarkSagarin @AshiaReiki @OffTheLeashFP @MillieOTLFP @The_Animal_Team @Nightowl400 @EMluvsPibbles @irishfox1949
@FETCHDogTrainer #GermanShepherd #GSD #AdoptDontShop #TeamZay
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[Gabriele Corno @Gabriele_Corno]

A military dog waiting outside a TSA checkpoint spotted his former handler removing his shoes at screening and cleared the security barrier before anyone could stop him.

[Brian Dreyer 🇺🇸 @Bwdreyer]

@OldArmyBroad She really is.. & they are..

[Brian Dreyer 🇺🇸 @Bwdreyer]

Just ran into this…

Baby Layla…

She was so cute…

[Brian Dreyer 🇺🇸 @Bwdreyer]

Happy Birthday to Layla!

She turned 13 today, (& had barbecue for breakfast).

Rescued her (6 wks old) from the pound on a ‘big breed’ weekend for $5, with a papers.

She’s been a trusted advisor & blood pressure tech since the beginning.

#dog #gsd

[NancyH @NancyH_60]

Once Upon a Time in a World of Floppy Ears and Endless Hee-Haws

In a sun-dappled meadow where the grass whispered secrets and the wind carried laughter, there lived a spirited little herd of donkeys who turned ordinary days into the greatest show on four hooves. From clumsy somersaults that ended in surprised blinks to playful nudges that melted hearts, each moment was pure magic—a fluffy reminder that joy comes in the smallest (and stubbornest) packages.

Watch as these adorable donkeys steal the spotlight, proving that with big ears, bigger personalities, and zero shame, life is one endless, heartwarming adventure.

Because who needs fairy tales when you have donkeys rolling, romping, and reminding us all to embrace the silly side? 🫏✨

[Brian Dreyer 🇺🇸 @Bwdreyer]

Ornery, feisty, I fed him 2x a day for years & he pinned his ears every time.

Just a week short of his 25th birthday, he coliced & passed last Monday.

I took this picture less than 2 weeks before.

Loved him with all his issues, miss him dearly.

RIP Mr Jones.

[👉M-Û-R-Č-H👈 @TheEXECUTlONER_]

Papa and his love, Bride, have been working together for 13 years.

Anyone who’s ever had a Jack Russell knows that in that little one’s mind, they dug the entire hole, by themselves, with no help from anyone, thank you very much! 😂

The best little weekend helpers ever. ❤️

[Puppies & Positivity @Puppieslover]

This is Luna. She just gave birth to her very first litter and is completely wiped out from the heroic effort. Yet here she is, fast asleep while her tiny newborns nurse peacefully. Please leave her a heart ❤️

[B&S @_B___S]

When you're ready to be best friends, I'llbe right over here.

[All Shepherd Rescue @AllShepherdResq]

Help Cyrus find a Loving home @Penny2449 @MarkSagarin @AshiaReiki @OffTheLeashFP @MillieOTLFP @The_Animal_Team @Nightowl400 @EMluvsPibbles @irishfox1949
@FETCHDogTrainer #GermanShepherd #GSD #AdoptDontShop #TeamZay
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