Laura Stolmeier

this is Hank. He saved his human from a rattlesnake. He was bit 3x on the nose. He’s my warrior, angel and protector. Leave a 🤍 to show him some love 🥹

what is the first word that comes to your mind?

She spent a lifetime in darkness… 💔🐾 No sun. No freedom. No love. Just a cage. From the moment she was a puppy, that cage became her entire world. Days turned into months… months into years… and still, nothing changed. She grew weaker, thinner, forgotten by the very people who once brought her home. When the cage finally opened… she didn’t run. She collapsed. Her body had endured too much for too long. And in her eyes was not anger… not fear… just a quiet plea: **please help me.** 🥺 She was named **Koko**—a name she had never had before. And though her body was shutting down, her story was not over yet. Day by day, with care, patience, and love… Koko began to fight back. A few bites of food. A little strength. One small step… then another. And then one day… she stood. ❤️ The dog who had never known freedom slowly began to heal—not just in body, but in spirit. She learned what kindness felt like. She learned to trust. She learned to live. Koko wasn’t just any dog—she was a greyhound, born to run. But she had never run… not once. Until now. Today, Koko feels the sun on her skin. She walks on grass. She explores a world that was once taken from her. And finally… she runs. Free, fast, and full of life—just as she was always meant to be. 🐶✨ She has a loving home now. A family who will never forget her. A life filled with warmth, care, and endless second chances. Her past was filled with darkness… but her future is nothing but light. 🌅💛 If Koko’s journey touched your heart, please share her story and remind the world: **every dog deserves love, freedom, and a chance to live.** 🐾❤️

This little girl has just come into our care. She’s suffering from a prolapse and needs urgent surgery. We’ll be sharing her full story on our website later for those who would like to follow her journey. For now, she needs a name ♥️

Have you ever worn pajamas to the store? Be honest

People are saying there’s a real dog in this photo. 𝗜’𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗱. 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸?

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Abandoned and weak with hunger, she lay still on the cold street, waiting for someone to notice... She moved through the streets like a shadow—small, quiet, and almost unnoticed. Her body told the story long before anyone came close. Each step was slower than the last, her energy nearly gone. The soft shine her coat might have once had was now faded, dulled by dust, time, and too many days without care. Still, she kept going... until she simply couldn’t anymore. On a stretch of sidewalk, surrounded by the steady rhythm of a busy world, she finally lowered herself down. Gently, she curled into a small, fragile shape, as if trying to take up less space. Not because she wanted to rest—but because she had no strength left to continue. People passed by. Some glanced briefly, their eyes lingering for only a second before moving on. Others didn’t notice her at all. The world kept turning, fast and full, while she remained there—silent, still, and waiting. And yet, beneath that exhaustion, something remained. Her heart continued its quiet, steady beat. Not loud, not demanding—just enough to carry a single message she hadn’t let go of: “Keep going... just a little longer.” Day after day, she had searched—through empty corners and unfamiliar streets—for anything to ease the hunger in her belly or the dryness in her throat. It wasn’t easy. But even in her weakest moments, that small spark inside her never fully faded. It stayed. Waiting. Hoping. And then... as if the world had finally paused long enough to notice her, something began to shift. A moment. A presence. A chance she didn’t know she had been waiting for. What happened next in her story is touching, and it’s one that will stay with you... The rest of her journey is waiting in the first 🗨️ Below ⬇️

I put in an application to adopt this bundle of energy today. I met her and she is perfect and adorable, although she's only six months old. I cried all the way home, thinking I was betraying my sweet Sadie, who's been gone for nearly five months now. Maybe this little one (if I get her) will fill my heart with joy instead of the constant sorrow I feel.

17 year old Treyvon Johnson lost his life breaking into houses. His family defends his actions by saying "how else is he going to get his money". Saying the homeowner went too far for protecting her property. "He was just robbing you, you didn't have to shoot him"