Monisha

@FrauGausB 🤣

Wenn du denkst, dass du heute einen schlechten Tag hattest: Es war Sperrmüllabholung und die haben beim Künstlernachbarn nicht nur den Sperrmüll sondern auch seine „Skulptur“, die am Tor stand, mit in die Presse geworfen.

@arealmofwonder Noggle! That’s what I’m doing literally today 😂🤣👍🏻

Interesting Words 🤓 Pick your winner ⭐️ A B C D

@bettflusterin ,🙌

Ich hab das Kind angeschrien. Seine Reaktion: „Ich kann Menschen die brüllen irgendwie nicht Ernst nehmen… sag Bescheid, wenn man mit Dir wieder normal reden kann.“ Dreht sich um und geht. Ich bin stolz auf den.

@PolizeiRT Awww 🥰

🐾 Vier Pfoten auf Abwegen: Ein Golden Retriever machte sich am Wochenende aus dem Staub. 🍗 Anfangs scheiterten alle Lock- und Einfangversuche, aber am Ende gelang es unseren Kollegen, gemeinsam mit Anwohnern und ein bisschen Vitamin L den Hund einzufangen.

@BrenaLilly 🥹🥹🥹🥹❤️😘🥰

Zum #TagderWelpen hier ein süßes Video von unserer Lilly 🥰 #Twitterrudel

@RoxannePixel @beaglefacts OMG 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩😍😍😍❤️❤️🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

National puppy day Waylon was only 6 weeks old and just the cutest little dickens. He quickly became my little bubbe

@vom_wolfpack Ja, kenne ähnliches von meiner Mieze, bei ihr geht es nur mit Spezial Futter und Medizin. Alles Gute dem Plüsch 🫶

@Wat_iss Vielen Dank, aber langfristig ist nur sicher, dass ihr den Rest seines Lebens krank bleiben wird. Ich bin schon zufrieden, wenn wir nicht zum Tierarzt müssen und es nur die Ernährung ist.

#plüschflauschglücksdrachenhusky meet Niko the Plüsch Guten Morgen Twitterlinge und hier sieht man deutlich warum der Plüsch auch mit „nur Rotznase“ immer zum Tierarzt muss. Es fängt immer an zu bluten 🩸!

@vom_wolfpack 🥺 hoffe, man kann dem Süß Plüsch schnell und langfristig helfen?!

Ich sehe selber, dass das etwas unwirklich aussieht aber glaub mir, dass es echt dieser Streifen aus seiner Nase ist sein blutiger Rotz

@JroWooTown Thank you for saving Sammy, bless you 🙏

She suffers from incontinence, (apparently common with spayed females), so she has to stay in diapers. Sweet, gentle, loyal, and beautiful. We decided she deserves a good home life. We also vowed that she will NEVER see the inside of a shelter again. Please say Hi to Sammy!

We recently did a thing. Meet Sammy, an 8 year old Siberian Husky who has had a tough life, bouncing from one no-kill shelter to another, from Texas all the way up the East Coast to Massachusetts over the past 4+ years, suffering a few ailments along the way.

Please share. Percy is looking for a home to spend his twilight years as he going into kennels in Wimborne Dorset on Monday Sadly his owner is in hospital and is not coming home. There may be a person on X who has room in their hearts and a sofa to share with this boy.

@fusselprinzess 🫶🥹👥

Absichtslose Zweisamkeit. Unbeschwerte Vertrautheit in kleinen Gesten, einem Lächeln, kurzen Bemerkungen, einer Berührung. Intimität, die Ruhe ausstrahlt und tief verbindet. #wasfehlt

This poor boy lived his life on a 1 metre chain 😢 He was rescued but now lives his life in a small kennel, spinning all day 😢 His favourite thing in the world is to go for walk. We want to give Max his freedom 🐕 If you could offer him a home trial & are within 90 mins of Manchester fill in the form in the comments. He is friendly with all people and could potentially live with a female dog. Naturally we will be assessing him ourselves once he arrives with us. People buy from breeders every day, never realising that dogs like Max are desperate for their chance. Beautiful, healthy dogs. Please consider them instead 🙏 dogs4rescue.co.uk/dog-type/adopt/

@ellamuempert @Jaxxon2905 Wissen S I E denn mehr? Dann erleuchte Sie uns doch mit Ihrer Fachkenntnissen!!! Was soll die Tochter denn von ihrem Vater denn jetzt halten. Wieso ist ER ein größeres Opfer als Collien und die Tochter 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🖕🫵🫵

@Jaxxon2905 Nein, wir wissen alle gar nichts, wir haben nur ihre Informationen.

Ich nehme mal an, dass Christian Ulmen ein liebevoller Vater ist, was wird in seiner 13-jährigen Tochter vorgehen, wenn sie erfährt, was ihre Mutter ihm so öffentlichkeitswirksam vorwirft? Dieses Mädchen ist gerade in der Pubertät, hätte man das als Mutter nicht bedenken sollen, ehe man mit dieser Geschichte zu sämtlichen Medien geht?

Hey Phoenix, AZ folks ! Can you take a min and read this sweetie’s story ? He’s a St Bernard and Great Pyrenees mix bought from a breeder; he was a young special needs child’s bestie like Boris was and I am 🥹❤️‍🩹🐾 He’s at the Maricopa County Animal Care and Control MCACC (Shelter) - maricopa.gov/5268/Animal-Ca… sharing a rescue volunteer’s post 👇 “I’m essentially a living, breathing teddy bear….. but only for the people I love and trust. They bought me from a breeder and now I’m here. 🚨 DEADLINE DATE: 3/25/2026 I’m fully house-trained (I’ll even give you a polite little whine at the door when I need to go out) and I’m a total gentleman inside the house with zero destructive habits. I lived with a young special-needs child; and I already know commands like sit, shake, and lay, and I am very treat-motivated. Once I know you’re my person, I will lean into you and let you pet me all over. My owners said I also lived successfully with a smaller dog. But my previous family didn't give me the tools I needed to handle the outside world. They told the shelter I am reactive, bark, and air-snap at strange large dogs on walks. They also warned that because I am hyper-alert and protective, I can be startled by strangers. There was even a frightening instance where I nearly bit a stranger who walked into our new home and caught me off guard. Because I wasn't socialized properly, I view the world as a place I have to defend, and that makes me a very scary sight when I’m backed into a corner in a kennel. I’m not a monster, but I am a big, powerful dog who needs a serious, experienced leader to guide me. I need someone who understands my breed and who is able to teach me boundaries and proper behaviors because I’ve never learned them. Fitz #A5161417 Age: 3 Years 6 Months Sex: Neutered Male Weight: 132 lbs Breed: Saint Bernard / Great Pyrenees Mix Preferred: Experienced giant-breed foster only. Best if an only pet with no children in the home for now. Requires a structured environment and a handler who understands how to manage reactivity and provide slow, neutral-ground introductions. THIS DOG IS NOT AVAILABLE FOR DIRECT ADOPTION. Fitz is a New Hope only dog. He needs a rescue partner to pull him and a foster who isn't intimidated by his history or his size. How you can help: •Apply at azfosters.com. Fitz needs a quiet, secure home with a fenced yard where he doesn't have to face the stress of city walks immediately. •Find the list of New Hope partners on the MCACC website. Reach out to giant-breed specific rescues and tell them You would like to foster him.” maricopa.gov/5268/Animal-Ca… #help #Saint #saintbernard #phoenix #phoenixaz #az #arizona #deadline fb.watch/F_UCN3uBJK/?mi…

@emsgordijn @keithedwards @AntiToxicPeople 🤣🙏🙌

@keithedwards @AntiToxicPeople Better...

I hope Trump gets the exact same response when he dies

@jakesilverlab @elonmusk ❤️❤️❤️🫶🫶😍😍

😡 Not sure why, but here we again with our posts being suppressed! @elonmusk please allow our cute new puppy and handsome silver lab to be seen! Fix the algorithm!!

@United24media @morgfair 🖤💔💔🖤

Hanna, a legendary Doberman with the Antares rescue unit, has passed away. Despite a terminal diagnosis, she helped locate over 170 people trapped under rubble across Ukraine. 🧵 1/5 ⬇️

Robert Mueller died last night. He was 81 years old. He had a wife who loved him for sixty years. He had two daughters, one of whom he met for the first time in Hawaii, in 1969, on a few hours of military leave, before he got back on the plane and returned to Vietnam. He had grandchildren. He had a faith he practiced quietly, without performance. He had, in the way of men who have seen real things and survived them, a quality that is increasingly rare and increasingly mocked in the country he spent his life serving. He had integrity. And tonight the President of the United States said good! I have been sitting with that word for hours now. Good. One syllable. The thing you say when the coffee is hot or the traffic is moving. The thing a man who has never had to bury anyone, never had to sit in the specific silence of a room where someone is newly absent, reaches for when he wants the world to know he is satisfied. Good. The daughters are crying and the wife is alone in the house and good. I want to speak directly to the Americans reading this. Not the political Americans. Just the human ones. The ones who have lost a father. The ones who know what it is to be in that first hour, when you keep forgetting and then remembering again, when ordinary objects become unbearable, when the world outside the window seems obscene in its indifference. I want to ask you, simply, to hold that feeling for a moment, and then to understand that the man you elected looked at it and typed a single word. Good. This is not a country having a bad day. I need you to understand that. Countries have bad days. Elections go wrong. Leaders disappoint. Institutions bend. But there is a different thing, a rarer and more terrible thing, that happens when the moral center of a place simply gives way. Not dramatically. Not with a single catastrophic event. But quietly, in increments, until one evening a president celebrates the death of an old man whose family is still warm with grief, and enough people find it acceptable that it becomes the weather. Just the weather. That is what is happening. That is what has happened. The world knows. From Tokyo to Oslo, from London to Buenos Aires, people are not angry at America tonight. Anger would mean there was still something to fight for, some remaining faith to be betrayed. What I see, in the reactions from everywhere that is not here, is something older and sadder than anger. It is the look people get when they have waited a long time for someone they love to find their way back, and have finally understood that they are not coming. America is being grieved. Past tense, almost. The idea of it. The thing it represented to people who had nothing else to believe in, who came here with everything they owned in a single bag because they had heard, somehow, across an ocean, that this was the place where decency was written into the walls. That idea is not resting. It is not suspended. It is being buried, in real time, with 7,450 likes before dinner. And the church said nothing. Seventy million people have decided that this man, this specific man who has cheated everyone he has ever made a promise to, who has mocked the disabled and the dead and the grieving, who celebrated tonight while a family wept, is an instrument of God. The pastors who made that bargain did not just trade away their credibility. They traded away the thing that made them worth listening to in the first place. The cross they carry now is a costume. The faith they preach is a loyalty oath with scripture attached. When the history of American Christianity is written, this will be the chapter they skip at seminary. Now I want to talk about the men who stand next to him. Because this is the part that actually breaks my heart. JD Vance is not a bad man. I have to say that, because it is true, and because the truth matters even now, especially now. Marco Rubio is not a bad man. Lindsey Graham is not a bad man. They are idiots, but not bad, as in BAD! These are men with mothers who raised them and children who love them and friends who remember who they were before all of this. They are not monsters. Monsters are simple. Monsters do not cost you anything emotionally because there is nothing in them to mourn. These men are something more painful than monsters. They are men who knew better, and know better still, and will get up tomorrow and do it again. Every small compromise they made had a reason. Every moment they looked the other way had a justification that sounded, at the time, almost reasonable. And now they have arrived here, at a place where a president celebrates the death of an old man and they will find a way, on television, to say nothing that means anything, and they will go home to houses where children who carry their name are waiting, and they will say goodnight, and they will say nothing. Their oldest friends are watching. The ones who knew Rubio when he still believed in something. Who knew Graham when he said, out loud, on the record, that this exact man would destroy the Republican Party and deserve it. Who sat next to Vance and thought here is someone worth knowing. Those friends are not angry tonight. They moved through anger a long time ago. What they feel now is the quiet, irrecoverable sadness of watching someone disappear while still being present. Of watching a person they loved choose, again and again, to become less. That is what cowardice costs. Not the coward. The people who loved him. And in the comments tonight, the followers celebrate. People who ten years ago brought casseroles to grieving neighbours. Who stood in the rain at gravesides and meant the words they said. Who told their children that we do not speak ill of the dead because the dead were someone's beloved. Those people are tonight typing gleeful things about a man whose daughters are not yet done crying. And they feel clean doing it. Righteous. Because somewhere along the way the thing they were given in exchange for their decency was the feeling of belonging to something, and that feeling is very hard to give up even when you can no longer remember what you gave for it. When Trump is gone, they will still be here. Standing in the silence where the noise used to be. Without the permission the crowd gave them. Without the pastor who told them their cruelty was holy. They will be alone with what they said and what they cheered and what they chose to become, and there will be no one left to tell them it was righteous. That morning is coming. Robert Mueller flew across the Pacific on military leave to hold his newborn daughter for a few hours before returning to the war. He came home. He buried his dead with honour. He served presidents of both parties because he understood that the institution was larger than any one man. He told his grandchildren that a lie is the worst thing a person can do, that a reputation once lost cannot be recovered, and he lived that, every day, in the quiet and unglamorous way of people who actually believe what they say. He was the kind of American the world used to point to when it needed to believe the story was true. He died last night. His wife is alone in their house in Georgetown. His daughters are learning what the world is without him in it. And somewhere in the particular hush that falls over a family in the first hours of loss, the most powerful man and the biggest loser on earth sent a message to say he was glad. The world that loved what America was supposed to be is grieving tonight. Not for Robert Mueller only. For the country that produced him and then became this. For the distance between what was promised and what was delivered. For the suspicion, growing quieter and more certain with each passing month, that the America people believed in was always partly a story, and the story is over now, and there is nothing yet to replace it. That is all it needed to be. A man died. His family is broken open with grief. That is all it needed to be. Instead the President said good. And the country that once stood for something looked away 🇺🇸 Gandalv / @Microinteracti1

@Betongelee @fusselprinzess 🥺

@fusselprinzess Raus in die Nacht. Manchmal sammeln sie Dunkelheit und kehren noch vor dem Morgengrauen zurück. Und manchmal verschwinden sie im Dunkel der Nacht, kehren zurück im Morgenrot und bringen den verblassenden Sternenglanz mit. Damit daraus der ein wundervoller Sonnenaufgang wird.

Wo gehen all die ungenutzten und unerwiderten Gefühle hin, wenn es dunkel wird?

@fusselprinzess 🥺