Life with Jeff

Posted on 12 February 2014

After his wonderful story about his life with Louie “Little Mook”, our dear friend Tom Chesser from Canada sends us a second one – it’s about our all-favorite boy Negarcheto whose new name is Jeff!
In case you don’t remember – Negarcheto was hit by a train and lost his tail and front leg in the adventure.


That’s MY ball!”, growled the gentlest dog I have ever met.

I’m guessing from his behavior that Jeff has never had a toy, or at least not one of his own.

Not surprisingly, this place is littered with balls and chew toys, both inside and out, and could be considered by many as a death-trap for old geezers who don’t watch where they’re going.

A few weeks ago, Jeff “discovered” a squishy yellow ball.  I was delighted.  While it’s a commonplace thing to see Louie express joy and excitement in all sorts of uniquely “Mookie” ways, such as running in great circles, gleefully jumping and yapping, and swinging from the overhead lights, it’s a rare delight to see Jeff actually “light up”.

At first, he seemed to enjoy it.  Then he Claimed It as his own.  No one was allowed near it or him.  (In case you were wondering, yes—he does know how to growl,)  There was a brief family meeting to discuss the ball’s ownership, but I was able to intervene before anyone needed a bandage—including me.  Yes, yes, Jeff had no intention of letting me take the ball either.


Not to fear!  We talked privately about exactly who the hell supplies the dog food around here, and he grudgingly yielded the ball to me.

I immediately gave it back to him.

What happened next made me check the mirror—the look on his face assured me that he must have seen a second head on my shoulders.  He was much too stunned to be happy.  Then I started to trade him treats for the ball.  The treats were interesting enough that he would momentarily forget the ball, but as soon as I reached for it, he would lunge to get it first.  Of course, I started while he was still chewing, so I won.

And gave it back to him.

Thus we proceeded for a while—treat, ball, treat, ball, and very soon reached a point that touched me deeply.  This little street dog with such a harsh survival background let me hold the ball while it was in his mouth, and then gently released it to me.

And I gave it back to him.

The next day, we started this procedure over, but in a very different mood: it had become a happy game for him.  Eventually, he showed me how very well he could catch the ball when thrown from a short distance, and after a while he brought a tear to my eye—he laid the ball down and nuzzled me.  There was no longer any desperation to keep what was his, no worry that his treasure would be lost to him, taken by someone bigger and tougher (or me, either).  And then my little Oliver Twist started to play with other toys—things he had not noticed before, things he hadn’t realized were toys, and things he didn’t have to fear losing.

Jeff, my very dear little street urchin, had learned to play with me.

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I think, perhaps, Louie first told Jeff about training:

“Jeff, listen: when he makes a noise, you plop your butt on the ground and he’ll give you a cookie.”

“Bulls**t.  I don’t believe that for a second.”

“No, seriously.  He will give you cookies for doing the stupidest things.  Try touching his hand with your nose—see what happens!”

I did start training Jeff, but I really did not think it through.  The dog food is stored in cans in a small room which also has the door to the pen; it’s on the route to go outside to pee.  At the time, it seemed like a good idea to train near the food since I use it as a reward.  What I did not count on was how much Jeff would love training.  In every session, he happily dances about on his three legs, his stumpy tail wagging too fast to see and his eyes fixed on mine, waiting for the next command.  It’s truly a joy to work with him—usually. However, when one of the older dogs wakes me at 4:00 in the morning with a need to go out, we have to go through the training area to the door.  I don’t mind too much, but as soon as the dog has finished, I want to go back to bed.

Fat chance.

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As soon as Jeff gets to the training area, he begins his “happy dance”.  If I’m too sleepy to notice, no problem: he keeps doing it.  If I make it into the next room, he turns and bounces off the door.  Naturally, I assume this means he really did want to go out and waited too long.  Nope.  We go back into the training room and he dances over to the dog food can and stands up against it, and gives me the look—and there I am, 4:00 in the morning, manipulated into another training session by a pair of irresistible brown eyes.

Who, exactly, is training whom?

He lies as close as he can to me, often with his head on my lap.  He will endure all manner of cuddling that would embarrass other dogs, and remain in place waiting for more.  If I get up, I get looks from him that say, “Where are you going?  Why aren’t you staying here with me?  Are you coming back?  When?  When are you coming back?  Do you have to go?”, and so forth.  If I make it to the door, then I will hear a three-legged thump behind me as he gets off the sofa and follows.

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Bathroom privacy is something I have long since realized is a ridiculous thing to hope for, and all that has changed is who is nuzzling me for attention.  Now Jeff is always in the front.  Even Woody no longer has the opportunity to drop a sloppy wet ball into my underwear which provides an opportunity for all to have a great laugh at dad’s expense when dad is too sleepy to notice and pulls up his shorts anyway.  I’ll leave the imagery to you.  But now it’s Jeff wanting to be petted and staring into my eyes with a look that says he wants to be near me—no matter what I’m doing. Then back to the sofa, and after waiting very politely for me to get comfortable—unlike some little three-colored, two-legged dogs—he hops back up into whatever space is available whether is fits him or not, and lies down as close to me as he can get.

There seems to be a “honeymoon” period with new dogs during which they glue themselves to their new human, but as they become comfortable and secure in their new surroundings, they also become more comfortable with independence.  But Jeff, I think, will always be at my side, firmly attached.

And that’s fine with me.

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Then and now 🙂


Thomas Chesser, 
Nova Scotia, Canada

CLICK HERE TO VISIT TOM’S WEBSITE – you’ll find plenty of photos of our boys.

Lora – hit, lost, dragged and found…

Posted on 11 February 2014

You know that until we have finished with the reconstructions and registration we cannot take on new cases. But a distress call about a dog that was dragged by a vehicle shot us out of the Farm with a huge speed to Drujba district last week.  On the spot where Tsvety, a volunteer who found the dog waited, appeared D-r Ilieva.

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There, she found a female dog about to go into shock having lost huge amounts of blood and with her tissues torn down to the bone after being dragged by a car for at least 40 meters, judging by the bloody tracks on the pavement. It was after either dumped, or crawled to the side-bank in agony. Dyeing from blood loss and minutes away from sinking into shock the girl was immediately loaded on to the car whilst d-r Ilieva was calling the boys at the farm to get her stuff ready to save the dog’s life.

Minutes later the dog was at the Farm where the guys were already waiting at the door with all the tools needed for blood transfusion and a generous shelter donor.  D-r Ilieva fought an epic battle to save the life of the poor tortured creature. After about two hours she raised her head “I think she made it” and whilst she was putting the dog on a new set of infusions the most unexpected thing happened – the owners were found.

It turned out this is not just a stray, but a run-away that has traveled a great distance in 10 days whilst her owners were searching for her in a totally different part of town:

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“On January 31-st Lora was lost in H.Dimitar – a car hit her and she ran away. It was a side hit only of her head and shoulders, I have no idea what her condition is, because she ran like the wind and I lost her from sight in seconds. She might have gone anywhere, it’s been days of search an no one has seen her around here. Until this winter she has only lived in a village and is not yet used to the noisy city, she is very scared! She has a leather collar on her neck. If you happen to know anything about Lora, I would be greatly obliged for you to call me!!!”

Soon after that the owners were at the shelter to pick up their Lora so she can be treated in appropriate clinical surroundings. And so, this girl (your call – do you consider her lucky or un-lucky?) survived a whole range of horrible situations, but despite everything managed to survive and return back to her people.


And do you know what the strangest thing is? In the rush whilst we were fighting for the dog’s life, before we knew anything of her story, Nadia suggested: “Let’s call her Lora”…

Regards from Phoebe

Posted on 10 February 2014

To all the donors who gave her a possibility to recover from parvovirus in the Central Veterinary Clinic before the amputation could take place, Phoebe says a warm, big:


It was a big adventure for such a small little soul, but the end is near. After fighting-off the horrid infectious disease and going through the amputation of her destroyed front paw, we only have to treat her skin and our fair lady will be all set and ready for her new life on three legs! To her great luck, she has found amazing fosters that make sure she gets the love and attention she needs to recover swiftly. The hard part is through, only good things to come from now on!


The last Bogrovians, Part 4

Posted on 09 February 2014

And so, the last (but not least!) group of lucky souls to leave the Bogrov shelter in its last days of existence. These little heroes didn’t get to enjoy the variety and the cold at the Farm for which we congratulate them with all our hearts! Here are the very last – last Bogrovians:



Ripley (until recently known as Kaleb) is a 2-year old dog who spent his whole life at the shelter. Dumped as a tiny baby and last to be adopted from his litter, he now has his own home! Ripley now lives in the home of Zoya and Kamen Kamenovy in a house with a yard and a dog-companion to share a long happy life with. Farewell, dearest, we thank you for being so patient and kind. Look at him – this is Ripley as a little boy, what a sweetheart:

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Shaggy was adopted by Nathalia and Petko Lazarovi! He came to us after a kind foster family took care of him, his mother and a brother until we had space for them. Mom – who was as tiny as him – was adopted in Germany a year ago. The brother, who is a large dog to his misfortune, is still with us. Shaggy now lazes about his own home, sleeping was his main activity at the shelter, but it’s a whole other story to have your own warm bed to snuggle into!



Do you remember Annie? She is that tiny and incredibly sweet dog that we took in with 2 bones broken on a front paw after getting hit by a car quite some time ago. The good little girl struggled to get back on her feet, but succeeded. After so many procedures and manipulations Annie became a total people-fanatic and it would break our hearts to see her sad and lonely in her otherwise very large dog companion group. Annie was chosen by Irena Gapova and is already enjoying all the pleasures of life as an apartment dog – loved and spoiled as much as she deserves!



Eva is a lovely dog that was abandoned with our friends at the “Good Idea” veterinary clinic – she had a large unpayed bill and no prospect for anything more than a crate in the clinic’s overnight compartment. After she had lived with the good doctors for many months Eva came to us as a very kind, very people-oriented dog. Sadly, being large and brown she was not on the “rapid adoptions” list.


And still – after such a long time in a cage, she finally got her chance of being happy – Eva was adopted by Tzvetan Tzvetanov and is already enjoying her spacious new yard! Stay safe, you sweet bear!

The last Bogrovians, Part 3

Posted on 08 February 2014

There was a lot of heavy work to be done during the last month – moving from Bogrov to the Farm at the brink of the New Year was really an adventure – we thank the brave volunteers again for helping out in the most difficult times. Unfortunately, with the many tasks we had during our first weeks at the Farm – we are somewhat behind on our happy dog stories. In a few consecutive days we present to you the last dogs to leave the Bogrov shelter – going to their wonderful new families here in Bulgaria. Today it’s the turn of Max and… Max who were adopted by Michail and Michaela!

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Max is a husky found wandering about the Ariana lake. He was dirty, skinny and not as cocky as his typical self, but quickly became a shiny, happy dog, being a strong Nordic soul. Adopted once and then returned to us (he is a very vocal character) he now has the pleasure of singing to Michail Nikolov!



We all hope that now, gotten all the spoiling and attention he craves, he will no longer find it necessary to scream out his feelings. For now he is doing great, keep your fingers crossed for him, because no matter how handsome, smart and spoiled he is – there is still a northern hooligan with bad eskimo manners behind those clever eyes. Stay smart boy and take care of youself!

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And here is… Max. Only this Max came to the shelter along with his twin-sister Mory. No way to tell them apart, completely identical dogs. They were raised by a woman who had them for a few months, but then decided she couldn’t handle them and brought them to us. At first they were both very shy and easily startled, but managed to get over it and thanks to the effort of the awesome volunteers they both became friendly attention-seekers. Max was adopted by Michaela Kireva who wasn’t scared by our horrid descriptions of his enthusiastic trouble-making and is now reporting of an absolutely calm, obedient, careful boy with a great attitude!

The last Bogrovians, Part 2

Posted on 07 February 2014

You can probably imagine what a madhouse the moving of all the animals from Bogrov to the Farm was. In the titanic effort to make things run smoothly at the new place we have failed to tell you about the last dogs that found their happiness from the Bogrov shelter. And so – Jivko-Ferdinand and Lubcho have applied to become full-blooded Yankees!

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Rebecca Margolies adopted the kind, loving, incredibly fun and good-tempered boy Jivko! Jivko (now known as Ferdinand) is one of the many dogs we took from the abandoned plant Kremikovtzi for rehoming. We picked him up with his mother – Lilly, who is already happy and loved abroad. And our dear boy will spend another year in Bulgaria and then head off to USA!



Katy Swartz is Rebecca’s friend. As you can see – the two ladies came together to chose their best friends from us and Katy chose Lubcho! Lubo has been with us ever since he was a little baby, he was brought to the shelter by the municipal catchers along with his mother. Like kind Jivko, he too spent a long time at the shelter despite being an all-friendly, cheerful folk. It must have been their trans-Atlantic destiny that kept them with us all this time. After a year in Bulgaria Lubo will travel back to the US with his owner!

Congratulations, boys! 

The last Bogrovians, Part 1

Posted on 06 February 2014

With a huge delay, but no less pride, we present to you the last dogs that found their adopters before we left the Bogrov shelter for good. We will introduce them to you in four parts, this is the first:

Maron the Seslavian


Maron, or as we called him “The Seslavian” was of course – picked up by us at the Seslavtsi municipal pound. Furry and playful, fabulous with people, he has problems dealing with other dogs. So, he sat alone in his outside enclosure for quite a while without any prospects of going anywhere. This went on until he was finally noticed by Georgi Dimitrov! Maron now lives happily ever after in hisown house with a yard with Georgi here in Sofia.



Our fabulous friends and adopters Jean-Luke and Nathalie adopted their fifth pack-member from us! As Jean put it – he wanted to surprise his wife with a big, fluffy dog… Well, we had just the one! Zaio (means “Bunny”)! The rabbit seems huge here, but we found him weak and very frightened, showing signs that he had been beaten badly and often. It so happened that he had to live in the surgery room for quite some time scaring the wits out of anyone that would walk in without knowing we had a bear in there. Zaio is already having a great time with Sivcho, Bear and the babies. Hurray!


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Our famous Marian – the March boy in our 20145 calendar was adopted by Nina Kornileva! Marian came to the shelter at 20 days as a dumbed baby along with his 5 siblings. Poor Max is the last one to remain with us from this litter. And Marian is already shining in the home of his lovely new family in Sofia with a lovely new name – Axel. What a lucky boy! He is the sixth one from the calendar to be rehomed, 6 more to go!

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Above, you can see him when he arrived (in the middle) and growing up at the shelter. And here is a short message about him from his new parents:

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I am writing to let you know that Axel (until recently known as Marian or just “the White”) is feeling great and so are we with him. He is getting to be more and more relaxed, he is no longer scared of stairs, pigeons, doves, trams and noisy children. He is very social – he likes the other dogs and is calm and playful with them. He shows and interest and sympathy to stray cats too, but as expected – it is not mutual.
Regards, Nina

Life with Louie

Posted on 30 January 2014

For you especially, from the adopter of Little Mook and Negarcheto – a touching story about how a two-legged Bulgarian dog got his new life in Canada.
(There is no story about the three-legged Bulgarian dog in Canada yet, but if you be so kind as to post a request for it to Tom, we believe he will not resist and send us more!)


“LOUIE! Get out of my coffee!”

The little thirty pound terrier crossbreed paused and looked up, precariously straddling the space between the sofa and the table beside it. This was remarkable because he has only two feet, one in front and one in back. He used the time he needed to lick coffee splatter off his lips and look at me to express, unmistakably, a single thought:

Your coffee? It’s sitting right here in front of me. It’s my coffee.”

Louie first came to my attention with the name “Little Muck”, referring to the character in a tale by Wilhelm Hauff. Since Little Muck ended his tale as a rather unpleasant character, and since the North American term “mook” refers to someone obnoxious, I decided to change his name to Louie. After more incidents like the one above but involving my rum and cola, a bowl of ice cream and a chicken leg, I have seriously reconsidered the name Mook.


I found him on the Animal Rescue Sofia website by following a link from Negarcheto’s page. (Negarcheto, now “Jeff” also lives with me, but he’s another story.) Louie’s and Jeff’s stories were sad, even horrific, but what touched my heart was what was written about them:

Louie: “…the little angel finds the strength in him to love us, to be joyful when he sees us, to crawl toward us when he is called, to wag his tail like a banner when we reach toward him. Mook has life in him, he has love in him, he has a tiny gentle heart, ready to beat for his human till his last breath.”

Jeff: “…Negarcheto being alive after a train is not the biggest surprise. What is most shocking is his kindness. His joy of human contact. You cannot see it in these photos, because he is camera-shy, but this is a very gentle, sweet boy. A boy for the heart, not for the streets.”

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There was no way I could resist dogs like that.

I saw the webpage while a guest at the home of Susann and Jochen Langkeit after she had teasingly asked if I would be interested in a three legged dog—Jeff. I saw the two web pages for the dogs and said, “I’ll take them both!” As it happened, she was heading to Europe and brought first Louie back, then Jeff.

And that’s when the fun started.

When I first saw Louie at Halifax airport, I was not sure he was the right dog. He was standing, walking and even trotting along so well that I actually counted his feet. Two—that was him. And that was the first time that I realized he would never “adapt” to his handicap—he just didn’t know he had one!

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On the way back to Cape Breton we stopped for a hamburger. Once back in the car, Louie woke up at the smell of food.

“Is that mine? That’s mine, right? That’s for me. Gimme!”

Even after his long trip from Sofia to Frankfurt followed by a long flight to Canada, he was ready to go and take on the world.

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Once home, he met the other seven dogs who would be members of his pack without any problems. He first met Rufus, the pack leader, who looks like he could have been Louie’s father except for the size difference. He was very polite and respected Rufus’ authority. The other dogs came and met him and all went well.

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Then he met my aging beagle, Simon. Without a moment’s hesitation, Louie told Simon that Simon was to be his new friend—and chew toy. Being of a very gentle nature, Simon simply agreed, or perhaps, failed to disagree. Now, when dad’s not available and Louie wants a soft, warm place to lie, Simon becomes a pillow. When Louie is a little bored, Simon’s ear becomes a chew toy.

Louie considers it part of his duty to care for the others in the pack which he carries out by intently washing their ears, inside and out. He has extended his care to me, as well, and I have found little need to wash my own face since he arrived. I need to dry, frequently, but never wash.

He can be a handful since he has, at times, challenged the “world order” within the pack by such things as growling at Bubba who is easily twice his height and three times his weight. It does make me feel useful to snatch him up at such times saving both his dignity and his life. I doubt Bubba would harm him, but as I once told an old girlfriend, “if you don’t want to know the answer, don’t ask the question.”


When it’s time to eat or go outside, both his excitement and noise level escalate to the point that I have requested he lower his voice.


I assume you understand what I really mean when I euphemistically say “lower his voice”. Some of the other dogs have even politely requested that he “SHUT THE HELL UP!”

What I will always remember about Louie, though, is how a little dog who lost two feet struggles to climb into my lap while I’m typing.

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And when he wakes up and changes position on the bed to lie closer to me and put his head on my chest before falling asleep again, I know that getting a little loud-mouthed, handicapped dog from halfway around the world was the best thing I ever did.

Thomas Chesser,
Nova Scotia, Canada

CLICK HERE TO VISIT TOM’S WEBSITE – you’ll find plenty of photos of our boys.

Lupa `s story

Posted on 28 January 2014

We are sharing a little letter sent by Svenja Kauke – the adopter of Bojura, or currently Lupa that will make you smile =)


On a sunny Sunday in May 2011, we wanted to go for a walk in the woods. On the way we decided to drive past the shelter to walk with a dog. There, in a kennel was Lupa, back then her name was Bojura, she was 5 months old. Bojura looked very sad. We took her for a walk and held her close to the heart. At the shelter we asked how we could adopt her and from then on, a new life began for Lupa.

We live in Münster, a medium-sized city in Germany. In our house there are several apartments . Our apartment is on the ground floor and we have a beautiful large garden which can be accessed directly from the apartment. In our house also lives Mila, a female Rhodesian Ridgeback – the same age as Lupa. From the first encounter – Lupa and Mila became best of friends. They play every day in the garden and are also happy in the apartment. Preferably in the beds.

In the first months Lupa was a very insecure dog. She even defended the water in in the garden pots and chased our cats. Then we contacted an animal psychologist who can communicate with animals. She was at our house three times and we had great success. Lupa became always confident and balanced.

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My youngest son (Ben) studies Latin at school and said one day that Bojura looked like a wolf – lupus in Latin. My life partner (Olaf) said, “or Lupa , the she-wolf .” Then Lupa raised her head and pointed ears in our direction. Olaf said „Lupa“ again, as she jumped up and sat in front of us. Since then she called Lupa and behaved very well to the name she chose herself.

Lupa loves to run on the bike. Every day we go long rounds through forest and field. In the immediate vicinity, there is a large park, where dogs are allowed to run without a leash. In the park Lupa plays every day with many dogs and digging deep holes, or cooling off in the lake. When Lupa came to us, she knew no commands, but she is very smart and has learned quickly. Now she rarely needs a leash and listens very well.


After two and a half years, we can no longer imagine life without Lupa. She is a happy, funny, fun-loving dog. With the cats she’s sleeping together on the bed. Every day she shows us that she loves us just as we love her.

Thank you Animal Rescue Sofia for making ​​this possible!

Kind regards,
Lupa and her family and friends

Paspartou went home

Posted on 27 January 2014

He was adopted

Only one of three puppies was lucky to get adopted this weekend at Pets&U. Paspartou was adopted by Marin and his girlfriend Sinsy Skodrani!


Paspartou was so shocked by the concept of re-homing that he slept through the whole of Saturday at the store – it seemed like we had drugged him – no games, no sounds, no Paspartou! Thank Goodness Marin and Sinsy were absolutely determined to have him – they came and went a few times until he was finally rested. Paspartou is now happy in their hands in his own home in the Sofia city center!

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Why Jonathan and Dark weren’t lucky is a mystery to us! Such smart, fun, cheerful, sunny, good puppies – what a shame for them not to find nice families. If you happen to remember forgetting to adopt your best friend at the store this weekend – come by and see them at the Farm. The boys are back and very sad about it.


Keep your heads up, fellows! So many pups are suffering in the great wide world, we are here for you, wipe these tears away and consider yourselves lucky…

They will be waiting for luck this weekend

The sweethearts to wait for adoption next weekend on the 01 and 02 of February are:

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  • Pippi is a short-haired girl with a lovely temperament and always ready for fun!
  • Ziggy is a fluffy little guy with a golden heart! *he will have to be groomed regularly in his life*
  • Googie is the sweetest creature to have ever walked this planet!

The three sweeties are borthers and sisters born in October 2013. Their parents are a pincher and a Bolognese, or at least that’s what the note on their abandonment box said.

The family is de-wormed and healthy with 1 vaccine. They know to poop on papers; love dogs, cats and kids; eat everything with a mad appetite; charm you for the rest of your life!

ATTENTION! The people who are willing and capable of adopting two (why not three!) of the puppies have advance. If there are no such candidates, the advance goes to people who already have a dog and want to adopt another pall to keep it company.

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They are so, so, so lovely! We can only hope that no one comes home with a broken heart after this weekend!


Pets&U is located in Lozenetz, on the side of the Hemus hotel. The store is open every day from 10a.m. to 8p.m.


The people on staff all love and own animals, the sales-people are both veterinarians. All pets are welcome at the facility!

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New kids on the block

Posted on 26 January 2014

The cat heroes we will present to you are of all ages. Each of them has their own stories but all of them are united by the same – they are looking for people with big hearts who will give them all the love and care and cozy home where they will forget the suffering from the past. We are looking for those special people who have no prejudice and are ready to open their hearts for our kittens and cats.

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Chicko and Mirko are two wonderful brothers, 7 years old. They are rescued stray cats, found by their owner when they were just a few months old. Few days ago their owner died and they lost the person who loved them and cared for them during all the years they were together. If you look at their picture, you can see how sad they are at the moment, grieving for their owner. Chicko and Mirko are incredible, charming and very calm cats. We are looking for new owners for them. They are neutered and vaccinated. They are brothers, but it is ok if they are adopted separately, if necessary.


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Missy is a beautiful loving cat that recently lost her owner. She is about 8 years old. Missy was found in the street in a very bad health condition. After a lifesaving surgery Missy recovered really fast and up to now she was living happily with her owner. She loves people and her favorite thing is to cuddle and sleep near her beloved fosters. She doesn’t like other cats too much. At the moment she is living with three other cats in a foster family. We are looking for cosy warm home for her, where people will love and cherish her. She is vaccinated and neutered.


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Tommy is a young 3 years old cat. He was found at Lyulin’s market when he was only two months old, in September 2011. He was with a broken leg and very sick. After he recovered completely, he was adopted by a nice lady that cares for him and loves him with all her heart. However, at her home there are problems with her son who is torturing Tommy. The lady does not have enough money to care properly for Tommy. She asked us for help to find a new home for the young cat where he will feel happier and will forget the torture and the violence. Tommy is neutered and vaccinated. He is very clever and calm.


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Symba is our little big hero who now lives his life as a kitten with three legs. He is only 4 months old but he has already experienced a huge drama in his life. He was found in a cold night in December crying near a block. His rescuers immediately reacted and succeeded to catch the little furry ball that was crying in pain. When they brought him to a veterinary clinic, the vets found a very bad wound on one of his front legs that looked infected. They immediately began treatment for the infection but Symba’s condition was getting worse every day. The only way to save his life was by amputating the infected leg. Fortunately, after the operation Symba’s condition began to improve very fast. The young kitten is at a foster family right now. He has recovered completely from the surgery and now he behaves as every normal kitten 4 months old. He is active, playful, very loving and charming. Symba’s disability does not affect his quality of life. He is a little happy furry ball that will grab your heart the moment you see him.


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Almy is a 4 months old charming kitten that was rescued from the street. He was found with bad infection in his tail that left him without half of his tail. He is healthy, active and loves being around people. His nickname is “Dushko” (“Sweety”).


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PanayotCho and PaskalCho (Pancho and Pako) are two very smart, active and wonderful brothers. They are about 5-6 months old. They were found together with two other siblings when they were just a few days old. Their foster mom found them dumped in a plastic bag. She started caring for them and did her best to help them survive and grow up even without their mom-cat. All 4 kittens survived and became wonderful young cats. Two are happily adopted. Now Pancho and Pako are looking for loving and caring families.

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Cherry’s nice life

Posted on 23 January 2014

Petya Malakova, the adopter of little Cherry sends us smiles from the Malakovi family lives.



I can finally sit down to send you a letter long due, we haven’t sent a word since last winter, but we had a very busy schedule.

First, we managed to buy Cherry and Maxim a bigger apartment to their great run and stomp joy. Of course, the two of them didn’t take part in the reconstruction efforts and lay about while my husband and I were dizzy with work. We moved at the end of the summer and turns out we like it way better and do not miss our one-room flat at all.

After this major task was out of the way the time came for summer holiday trips! Cherry endured her first (at least judging by her astonishment) train ride. I was very worried: to board a train with a dog, naughty boy, and 15 kilograms of luggage, spending 8 hours like this till we got to Varna. It turns out that if you buy half a ticket and board the last coupe in the last wagon of the second class train you can very well make it to the sea with your pet (hurray for the Bulgarian State Trains!).


We came home happy and satisfied, tanned and – some of us – somewhat chubbier. My mother discovered that Cherry really enjoys meatballs and spinach pie and organized her a generous 20-day feast – poor girl is still on a diet, she couldn’t say no, you know, it would be an islut.

Then, we had the first day of school – our Maxim is now in First Grade. We didn’t feel a year go by, and once again the best girl in the family was Cherry.

Kisses and greetings from us and see you soon!

Patya, Maxim, Angel and Cherry

P.S. Come visit and see how well we are doing 😉



Click here to see Cherry before she was adopted