Shit happens. Every day. To everyone. The difference is in how people deal with it.

KushandWizdom (via kushandwizdom)
endangeredbodiesnyc:

Image Credit
It’s seriously so amazing to see how well the dogs get along with Peter. They absolutely love life here, roaming around in the fields and race around in the garden. The dog on the picture, Falera, is a WhippetxGalgo mix from Spain, and she’s been through a lot in her short life already. She was given to a shelter by a hunter who couldn’t use her anymore, along with her 2 sisters. She has a big scar in her neck, thats probably where they cut her microchip out, so that the authorities wouldn’t be able to trace her owner if they would dump her somewhere, and she also has acid scars on her feet. Also due to lack of socialization when she was little, she has a lot of unusual phobias. One of them was climbing on and off of things and walking stairs. When we got here, they needed to walk down stairs to get to the living room, and without a doubt, she ran down the stairs as if she has always done it! A couple of days later we decided to hike a couple of miles through the fields and decided to take a little break at a picknick table. Peter sat down on it, and told Falera to join him, and I told him that he would never manage to do that, because she is scared of climbing. Boy, was I wrong. She hesitated a little but jumped on there like a pro. Little things, but I am so proud of them. I’ve had her for 3 years now, and she has always been tense and stressed. Now that she is here, she is more relaxed than ever. She plays, doesn’t bite her skin open anymore like she used to, and she’s happy. She loves Peter so much and he loves her. Peter never had dogs before, and having them is quite a responsibility, but he is raising them as if he has always had them. I couldn’t be more proud.Falera was my first ”real” rescued dog. My other dog, Hayley, had a lot of owners before me, but she was pretty damn lucky compared to Falera. Hayley was easy, Fal had a mind of her own. Falera has seen more misery than we could ever imagine. Galgos in Spain aren’t lucky, they’re often doomed to live 3 or 4 years for hunting purposes only, and then end up being tied to the fence of a shelter if they’re lucky. If not, they get thrown down cliffs, hanged, thrown into wells, poured over with acid, basically the most horrifying deaths imaginable. How do I know these things? I worked at a shelter who helped retired racing Greyhounds from the UK and abandoned hunting Galgos from Spain. These dogs aren’t the easiest ones to have, and sighthounds are absolutely not for everyone, but please, if you consider to adopt a dog, look into these babies as well. Their lives have absolutely not been easy, and it’s so rewarding to see them blossom from scared little creatures to proud and playful, happy dogs. It’s so worth it.

opalesent:

I want 0 responsibilities and a lot of lingerie

We just bought our first sofa together!

cuddlemetoinfinity:

b&w love blog