Look at me. Tell me what you see…
I’m just a dog half-breed who made it to the shelter after taking a lot of beating. Hence my fear, my tremors and wanting to hide in the furthest corner when an unknown human appears.
Half-breed? What a curious word. An amalgamation of a thousand races that make me a unique being and that in turn turns their looks away when a possible adopter passes before my kennel
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Young gal? I’m not…My youth has gone like the wind locked in…
They want me at the Shelter I know. But it’s really hard to spend almost 5 years of your life waking up with the first rays of sunshine living and subsisting in a cold cement kennel.
They say I’m a galga cross…hence my slender and sleek line.
Just know my name is DENIA, or so they say I was about 5 years ago when I came to this Shelter.
I just know I want to live, I want to run, I want to smell the grass from the countryside and feel the sand pimps from the beach on my pads.
I want to be a much loved dog. That will be the first step to saving my fears in that thunder box I will never open again.
I’m DENIA and I’m waiting for you in THE GOOD FRIEND.
https://protectoraelbuenamigo.protecms.com/animal/7697
Let’s find her a forever home before the end of the month!