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Udumus, New York, NY (2025)

11/15/2025

We adopted this little dog after he was found abandoned in a rented house. The tenants had been evicted and left behind a pile of trash, and he was alone, confused, and terrified.

When the rescue team called, I didn't hesitate. We already had a small Doberman Pinscher and a Rottie at home, both large and affectionate, and I wasn't sure how they would cope with such a large newcomer. But from the moment Fitzgerald entered our lives, I suddenly felt a pulse inside me.

Despite his difficult start, Fitzgerald's heart was wide open.

He followed me everywhere, from room to room, from outside to inside, never trailing me more than a few steps behind. His large, round eyes watched my every move as if I were the sun in his little world.

The big dogs welcomed him immediately and treated him like a little brother. The Doberman Pinscher shares his toys with us. The Rottie allows Fitz to curl up around him for a nap. It's as if they knew he needed a family.

Every night, Fitzgerald snuggles under the covers, his little head buried under my chin. I can't believe anyone could leave behind such a sweet soul.

We named him Fitzgerald because we felt it was a name reserved for survivors. And now, we'll never leave him behind. He's home. And our hearts, and our group, feel beautifully whole.

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Credit: Respective owner

11/15/2025

In Portland, Oregon, there’s a small coffee shop called Cozy Bean.
During the day, it’s what you’d expect—people stopping in for a hot drink, soft background music, the usual warmth of a neighborhood café.

But something unexpected happens after closing time.

Once the customers leave and the lights are turned off, the owner turns them back on—but not for more business. He opens the doors again, this time for a different kind of guest: street dogs.

Since 2018, Cozy Bean has quietly offered shelter to stray dogs in the area. There's no advertising, no big signs, no posts asking for attention. It’s just something the owner does—every single night.

Inside, he sets out old blankets, cushions, and bowls of clean water. The dogs come in from the cold, some limping, some soaked from the rain, and they find a place to rest. They aren’t locked in or forced to stay. They just know they’re welcome—and they settle in like they belong there.

Some of the dogs are regulars. Others come and go. But every night, they have somewhere safe to sleep. A break from the noise and danger of the street.

The owner doesn’t do interviews. He doesn’t expect anything in return. He just makes space for those that have none.

It’s a simple act—opening a door, turning on a light, offering a little comfort. But it shows a level of compassion that’s hard to find in today’s world.

This isn’t about saving the world. It’s about doing what you can, right where you are. And that, in its quiet way, is something extraordinary.

Credit goes to the respective owner....🥰❤️🥰

11/15/2025

Our newest rescue is afraid of men so my husband put a blanket down for her to choose when to approach. She laid by him and used his head for a pillow.

We got her three days ago from a shelter that said she'd been returned twice. Abused by a previous male owner, wouldn't let any men near her without shaking, had bitten someone out of fear. They said she might never trust again, that we'd need months of patience and possibly professional training.

My husband didn't push. Just sat on the floor every evening with a blanket spread out, gave her space to decide. The first night she stayed across the room. Second night she came a little closer. Last night this happened.

I took this photo and started crying because watching someone earn trust this gently reminded me why I married him. He didn't move for an hour, his neck cramping, because he didn't want to scare her.

We've been trying to make her comfortable, bought her a proper dog bed from someone on the Tedooo app who makes them from upcycled materials. Found calming treats there too from a small shop that supports rescue organizations. But turns out what she needed most was just someone willing to wait.

She's still scared of most men. Won't go near my brother or father-in-law. But she follows my husband everywhere now, sleeps with her head on his pillow at night. Sometimes the best thing you can give something broken is just time and the choice to heal on their own terms.

Credit to the original owner~

11/15/2025

What a surprise when a couple awakened to find a koala snuggling in their golden retriever’s fur.

Dog owner Kerry McKinnon says she woke up on Monday and found her 5-year-old golden retriever, Asha, cuddling with a new friend.

She looked a bit guilty when I came out to see what was going on. Her expression was hilarious," McKinnon said. The dog owner says her golden retriever looked confused by the strange animal resting on her, but let it happen anyway.

The temperatures in Strathdownie, the town in Victoria where McKinnon lives, were around 5 degrees Celsius (41 degrees Fahrenheit) in the early hours of Monday, so the koala was likely cold. McKinnon said the baby koala wouldn't have made it through the night if it wasn't for Asha.

It's unclear how the koala ended up at McKinnon's house, but she thinks it fell out of its mother's pouch and wandered over to the sleeping dogs.
Another source stated that the koala was checked by the local vet then turned over to a rescue/sanctuary that would care for the koala until it was old enough to be returned to the wild.

11/15/2025

My daughter has officially turned our bathtub into her personal nail salon.

She’s four, tiny, determined, and carries around a little watercolor palette like it’s a briefcase full of high-end polish shades. Anyone who sits still for longer than ten seconds becomes her client. Even the dog has learned to quietly exit the room when she appears with that look in her eye.

Yesterday she traced her hands on cardboard, wrote “Nail Salon” in her wonderfully crooked preschool letters, and taped the sign to the shower wall like it was a grand opening banner. The tub became her workstation—because it’s the only place in the house where she can splash, drip, spill, and create without me losing my mind about the carpet.

Bath time used to be misery. Tears, stalling, negotiations worthy of high-level diplomats. But one evening, in a moment of exhaustion and surrender, I let her bring her paints into the tub. Something magical happened: she transformed. Bath time became art time. Her fear of water turned into excitement. Suddenly, she wanted to be in the tub.

Now the once-white ledge around our bath is splattered with layers of watercolor—abstract swirls, accidental drips, and what she calls her “fancy designs.” My husband thinks it looks awful. But I can’t bring myself to scrub it clean. To her, it’s a gallery. To me, it’s childhood in its purest form.

She even has a whole system: stuffed animals lined up like customers, each getting a “manicure.” She paints their paws with intense concentration, narrating each step exactly the way she’s heard real nail technicians do. She charges one hug per manicure. No exceptions.

My mother thinks I’m encouraging chaos. Maybe I am. But when I watch my daughter perched on that bath mat, legs crossed, head tilted, utterly immersed in her make-believe world… I see confidence blooming. I see creativity finding its way out of her little hands and onto every colorful inch of tile. I see a tiny girl learning the joy of making something all her own.

And honestly? If our bathtub looks like a rainbow sneezed on it for the next ten years, it will be worth every second.

Because someday she’ll outgrow the tub salon. But I’ll never forget the light in her eyes while it existed.

Credit - original owner ( respect 🫡)

11/15/2025

In the streets of Detroit, a lonely German Shepherd named Nicky was found wandering. She was holding a stuffed animal in her mouth.
It was all she had left after losing her family. Her owners had passed away, which left her heartbroken and with no home.
When rescuers saw her, she refused to let go of the toy. It was a symbol of comfort and the love she used to know. Several local animal groups worked together to bring Nicky to safety and show her that kind people are still out there.
Vets checked her and found out she was sick with heartworm, but she started treatment right away.
Even after everything she has been through, Nicky’s gentle spirit still shows. She is adjusting well, learning to trust again, and wagging her tail a little more each day.
Soon, she’ll be ready to find a new forever home—one filled with love, warmth, and maybe even a few new stuffed friends. ❤️❤️

11/15/2025

Today, on Jaxson's birthday, all 3 of us went to get ice cream. And by all 3 of us, I mean Jax, me, and his dad (my ex husband). We haven't always done stuff like this. But we have always been civil. But to call him and invite him, knowing in the first place that he would want to go, and then him not even hesitating to say yes is a great feeling. Knowing that we can be there together for Jaxson's birthday. Not all parents/ex husbands/ex wives can do this. So I am so blessed to say that we are able to do this for our child. We may not have done great in a marriage, but one thing we did do great at is parenting. If you can, put all be BS aside for the sake of your kiddos, the best security blanket a child can have is parents who respect each other.

Let me say it again for the people in the back: "THE BEST SECURITY BLANKET A CHILD CAN HAVE IS PARENTS WHO RESPECT EACH OTHER." He even treated us to our ice cream! Jax was a happy camper tonight! 🙌🏼💙
Credit: Miranda Anthony~

11/14/2025

Every day after school, 8-year-old Ethan came home with an empty lunch bag. His mother, Caroline, couldn’t figure out why—until she checked their security camera.

Just beyond the gate, two skinny stray dogs waited for him. Ethan would kneel on the sidewalk, open his bag, and give them everything he had. Not a single bite for himself. Then he’d pet their heads, hug them close, and whisper something only they could hear.

When his mother finally asked why, his answer was simple:
“They don’t have a mom to pack them food. But I do.”

Children don’t see strays or outsiders. They don’t measure compassion in worthiness. They just see hunger—and they feed it. They see loneliness—and they embrace it.

Sometimes it takes a child to remind us: love is not meant aato be rationed. It is meant to be given.

11/14/2025

My grandmother moved away recently, and one of my cats, Smokey, was very fond of her. They would cuddle together on the couch and watch my grandmas favorite shows. When she left, Smokey wouldn’t stop looking for her best friend. She always waited by the door as if she would come back any day. She sleeps in the now guest bedroom every night, and curls up in their spot every day. We’ve tried to make her feel better with new toys and treats, but she is very sad. She meows at all hours of the night begging for her best friend to come home.

There’s a happy end to this though! My grandma is coming home for thanksgiving and she will be taking Smokey back with her! We are all very happy she will be with her best friend again!.

11/14/2025

"I'm in line at Costco's food court and my hands are completely full with food, my wallet, phone and keys when I see this blind man struggling.

He had his food in one hand, his cup clenched with his teeth and his seeing stick in his other hand.

He was walking slowly trying not to drop anythinhg but at the same time trying to make his way to the soda fountain to get a drink.

He seemed so overwhelmed as it was crowded, loud and hot. People were just staring at him like he was entertainment.

The teenagers in front of me were like, 'look at him.' Everything in me wanted to drop everything and help him; seeing as no one was.

However I couldn't leave my kids and things behind. Then, out of nowhere this man in blue appears.

He tells him, 'hi, I'm here to help you.' He proceeds to read the sodas off to him, fills it up with the man's choice, takes his plate for him, lets the man hang onto him and walks him to a table in the shade.

Then he cleans the table, gets him napkins and makes sure he's OK. Afterwards, the man in blue proceeds to go back to his table to finish his meal.

I don't know who he was but when everyone else was just staring at the struggling man he stopped and took action.

Thank you man in blue. If you know who he is tell him he is awesome. We need more people like him."

Credit goes to the respective owner....🥰❤️🥰

11/14/2025

That evening, I came home tired from work, my head still full of the day’s noise. I opened the door quietly… and there they were.

My little girl, standing on tiptoe, and our dog right beside her. Their faces almost touching as they both stared at a cookie on the counter, perfectly still, perfectly focused. One small hand reaching, one furry paw twitching. It was so pure, so innocent, it brought tears to my eyes.

And I thought about all the people who once told me I was making a mistake.
When I was pregnant, everyone had advice.
“You should get rid of the dog before the baby comes.”
“It’s too dangerous.”
“Animals are unpredictable around babies.”

I heard it a thousand times.
But I couldn’t do it.
He wasn’t just a dog. He was family. My shadow during hard days, my comfort during sleepless nights. He had given me so much love—how could I abandon him?

So I trusted my heart.
And I was right.

When my daughter came home for the first time, he approached her with such gentleness it made me cry. He sniffed her, then quietly lay down by her crib, as if he knew something precious had arrived. When she cried, he lifted his head before I even moved. When she took her first steps, he followed her like a guardian, tail wagging softly, always close enough to catch her if she fell.

Now, years later, they’re growing up together.
They play. They laugh. They share secrets.
Sometimes they argue, like siblings do.
But mostly, they just love each other in that simple, wordless way that only a child and a dog can.

She talks to him as if he understands everything.
He watches her with patience that feels almost human. When she cries, he’s there. When she giggles, he joins in.

Every time I see them together, I think about how close I came to listening to fear.
I’m so glad I didn’t.

Because a loved animal is not a risk.
It’s a gift.
A protector. A teacher. A living lesson in kindness.

I’ve watched my child learn empathy, care, and respect because of him.
And I’ve watched him become gentler, wiser, because of her.

So if anyone ever tells you to give up your pet when a baby is coming, please don’t.

Tonight, as I watched them in the kitchen—my little girl and loyal dog, both reaching for a cookie—I couldn’t help but smile.😅

I realized something beautiful.
People once warned me of my dog.
But what I got instead… was a miracle.

My two little miracles. Growing up side by side.❤️

Credit - Respective Owner

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