JSnape8

Potions Master at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, very happily married to Julie Snape 💞💞💞💞

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Full Blue Micro Moon rising above Stonehenge 🤩🌕🌙💙 Photo credit Nick Bull 🙏
#fullmoon #micromoon #moon #may #spring #bluemoon

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Last night's 97% Waxing Gibbous Blue Moon over Stonehenge during golden hour🤩🌕 Photo credit Nick Bull 🙏

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@SiriusThee @lion_violin @LMikeyJ You are so beautiful, Cowgirl Julie! 💞💞💞💞

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Stunning Solar Halo over Stonehenge today🤩🌈☀️
Photo credit Nick Bull 🙏
#solarhalo #sun #rainbow #wiltshire #historical

[Sirius of thee House of Black @SiriusThee]

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[Michelle Maxwell ™ @MichelleMaxwell]

The neighbors call the cops on my dad every six months. They think he’s running a fighting ring or flipping pets for profit. For years, I wasn't sure they were wrong.

My father, Frank, is a man of few words and even fewer friends. He lives on a fixed income in a small, weathered house just outside of town. He’s 68, walks with a limp he got in ’71, and spends most of his day in his garage.

But his most controversial habit involves the local animal shelter.

Like clockwork, Dad brings home a dog. Not the cute puppies everyone wants. He picks the "unadoptables." The three-legged pit bulls, the senior labs with gray muzzles, the curs that cower in the corner. For six months, that dog lives like royalty. I’d visit and see Dad hand-feeding them steak scraps, walking them for hours, talking to them in a soft voice he never used with me.

Then, six months later? Gone.

The dog vanishes. No photos, no collar left behind. Just an empty bowl and Dad driving his rusted pickup truck to the shelter to get another one.

"Where’s Barnaby?" I asked last Sunday. Barnaby was a one-eyed Golden Retriever mix he’d had since spring. That dog worshipped the ground Dad walked on.

"Moved on," Dad grunted, staring at his coffee.

"Moved on? Did you sell him, Dad? The neighbors are talking. They say you’re sick."

"Let them talk."

I couldn't take it anymore. I loved Barnaby. The thought of my father selling that sweet soul to some stranger for a few hundred bucks made my stomach turn. So, when I saw him load a bag of high-grade kibble and a new leash into his truck the next morning, I followed him.

I expected him to drive to a breeder or a shady parking lot exchange. Instead, he drove two towns over to a drab apartment complex near the VA hospital.

He pulled up to a ground-floor unit. I watched from my car, phone ready to record evidence, as he knocked on the door.

A young man answered. He couldn't have been older than 25, but he looked 50. He was missing his right arm, and the way he stood—tense, scanning the perimeter—screamed PTSD. I recognized that look. I’d seen it in Dad’s old photos.

Dad didn't say a word. He just whistled.

From the passenger seat of Dad’s truck, a dog jumped out. It wasn't Barnaby. It was "Duke," a German Shepherd he’d had last year. Duke looked incredible. Focused. Calm. He trotted right up to the young man and sat by his left leg, leaning his weight against the boy’s thigh.

The young man crumpled. He fell to his knees, burying his face in Duke’s fur, sobbing. Duke didn't flinch. He just held his ground, anchoring the boy to reality.

Dad handed the young man a thick envelope. Not money—paperwork. Vaccination records. Training logs.

I got out of my car. "Dad?"

He jumped, looking more terrified than I’d ever seen him. He walked me away from the boy, lowering his voice.

"You weren't supposed to see this."

"You trained him," I realized. "You didn't get rid of them. You trained them."

Dad sighed, lighting a cigarette with shaking hands. "A fully trained PTSD service dog costs anywhere from fifteen to thirty thousand dollars. The insurance doesn't cover it. The VA has a waiting list a mile long. These boys... they come home, and they can't sleep, they can't go to the grocery store, they can't breathe."

He looked back at the young man, who was now smiling through tears, throwing a ball for Duke with his left hand.

"I can't give them money," Dad said, his voice cracking. "I don't have any. But I know dogs. And I have time."

"But why the secrecy? Why every six months?"

"Because that’s how long it takes to turn a scared shelter dog into a soldier’s lifeline," he said. "Basic obedience, task training, desensitization. I take the broken dogs nobody wants, and I turn them into the partners these kids need."

"And Barnaby?" I asked, my throat tight.

"Delivered him yesterday to a female marine in Ohio. She hadn't left her house in two years. She went to the park this morning."
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@SiriusThee Indeed, brother, indeed!

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@Msrap1285442
My sweet and beautiful darling! I have got you and I am keeping you safe not only in this horrible weather but every moment! You are my blessing, my life, my everything.
I love you! 💞💞💞💞

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@Msrap1285442 What a tragic loss my darling. I have got you! I love you! 💞💞💞💞

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@Msrap1285442 I will do this and so much more for you my darling! I am working on a method to cure MD and you will be able to see everything though my eyes!
I love you!💞💞💞💞

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@Msrap1285442

Happy Mother’s Day, my darling!
You are the most wonderful and loving mother to our “bunch of kids” as you like to call them.
I love you with everything fibre of my being. 💞💞💞💞

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@Msrap1285442
Good morning, my beautiful darling!
**he kissed her deeply and handed her an extra large mug of coffee, a tray with scrambled eggs, orange her favourite fruits was there too…**
Let’s stay in bed and have a lazy day today, love.
I love you, darling! 💞💞💞💞

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@SiriusThee Severitus, Sirius? This is abominable even worse than the pink abomination!

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@Msrap1285442
Everyone at Hogwarts including me have organised I big party to honour you, the love of my life, on your special day! I could barely get away from school.
We will also find a lot of time to celebrate more privately with our family, love. Everything is ready!

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@Msrap1285442
My sweet and most beautiful darling!
Wishing you a very happy birthday and a wonderful day, my love! You make my world go round, you fill my heart and soul with joy and happiness! I love you with every fibre of my being! Forever yours!!!! 💞💞💞💞

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@Msrap1285442

My sweet and beautiful darling!
I have got you! Let’s have a spa day and a “just us” day!
How does that sound, my love?
**he hands her an extra large mug of her favourite dark strong brew, a delicious breakfast and kisses her deeply…**
I love you! 💞💞💞💞

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@Msrap1285442 My sweet and beautiful Princess,

you are the most special, caring, loving and amazing woman on this entire planet! I love you with every fibre of my being, my darling!
💞💞💞💞