Natural England wants to remove 90% of Dartmoor’s ponies.
Our Exmoor ponies are next. These animals have been here for thousands of years.
A government quango, destroying the countryside and its heritage.
Six weeks.
SIX FLIPPING WEEKS.
Lucy has not heard our voices. She hasn't slept on her rug. She hasn't gone for a ride in the truck. She hasn't been snuggled by her family, played with Lex, or run free in her own field.
SIX WEEKS.
She's been locked in a tiny cell, sleeping on concrete, likely wondering why we abandoned her.
SIX WEEKS.
She's eleven years old. She doesn't have endless time ahead of her. She could get sick. Her health could fail. Every day matters.
And while everyone moves at a snail's pace, without a care in the world, time keeps slipping away from MY DOG—the dog who was taken because a petty neighbor decided to call the authorities when she slipped out of her collar in our OWN YARD!
This wasn't some outrageous act! This wasn't a purposeful violation of anything and didn’t cause incident. This wasn't the terrifying incident the neighbors or government would like people to believe it was.
It was a normal, everyday occurrence that happened on our private property!
We could have lied. We could have denied it happened. No one had proof otherwise:
But that's not who we are.
So for six weeks, my Lucy—my eleven-year-old dog who stood watch over our family through deployment after deployment, who kept me company during the lonely nights when I watched the news and wondered if my husband would make it home alive—has sat in prison.
This is a sick abuse of the law, and an innocent animal is paying the price.
Not for biting someone.
Not for attacking someone.
Not for leaving and roaming the neighborhood.
For being in her own yard.
Let that sink in.
And because malicious neighbors refused to mind their own business, and because officials with the power to do the right thing have refused to exercise any bit of common sense, she remains there.
They make me sick.
The abuse of power makes me sick.
The character assassination makes me sick.
The lies make me sick.
The fact that people who have never met us, never spoken to us, and don't know the first thing about our family have spent years trying to destroy our peace makes me sick.
Enough is enough!
Let Lucy come home already! Is this really the hill anyone wants to die on? It’s a single dog. It’s an average family. Send her back and leave us alone. That’s all we want.
And for those who have participated in this injustice—whether through malice, cowardice, pride, or indifference, know this:
God sees every bit of it.
He knows the truth.
And one day, every one of us will answer to Him.
Until our Lucy is home and beyond. We will not stop fighting.
#savelucy
This is truly the most beautiful video I’ve seen lately
So tender and heart-warming, yet it makes you stop and reflect, with a subtle touch of sadness
We may have gained so much, but perhaps we’ve lost even more✨
No one knew how long Walter had been lying there… 🐾💔
Behind an empty house, in a quiet yard where almost no one passed by, a small dog had slowly faded from the world. When someone finally noticed him, it was hard to believe he was still alive.
Walter’s body was painfully thin. People later said he was the thinnest dog they had ever seen still breathing. His tiny frame looked like it had been shrinking day by day, as if time and hunger had slowly taken everything from him.
His fur was dirty and damp. His nails had grown so long they curled under his paws. Standing was no longer something his weak body could do.
But what broke hearts the most wasn’t only how fragile he looked… it was how quiet he was.
Walter didn’t bark.
He didn’t growl.
He didn’t try to run away.
He simply lay there, trembling softly against the ground, watching with tired eyes that carried a deep sadness. It was the look of a dog who had waited a very long time for help… and slowly stopped believing it would come.
When rescuers finally reached him, they moved gently, unsure how he would react.
Walter didn’t resist.
He simply allowed himself to be lifted, too weak to hold himself up any longer. It was as if he finally understood that someone had come for him.
But the moment he was carried into the veterinary clinic, his strength gave out completely. His small body collapsed from exhaustion after holding on for so long.
Now Walter is fighting for his life, surrounded by people who refuse to give up on him.
Please send this brave little soul some love, prayers, and hope. He has waited so long for kindness… and now he finally has a chance. 🐶🙏💛
MEGA URGENT- 14 weeks to save the charity. We need to move and have no where to go. Anybody got land for ourselves and our animals in the UK. Would love to stay local to Wirral but this is now urgent!!
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Available for adoption, registered British Charity✅
Owner sadly gone into care 💔
Homeless at 15
Tina’s owner has gone into care and Tina has lost her home.
She’s spent months in boarding kennels, waiting, with no idea why her life changed.
At her age, she should be settled somewhere warm and familiar…not watching the days go by.
Tina is a gentle old girl. She spends most of her time snoozing, but still enjoys getting out for her walks. She isn’t bothered by other dogs and asks for very little.
She just needs a quiet place to belong again.
Please don’t let her wait any longer.
To apply, please fill in the application form below.
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Carla Lane Rescue, Liverpool
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