Imagine our daily routine. Imagine the thousands suffering dogs who go through our hands, the thousands unwanted.
Belka – poured over with acid, recovering at our clinic in 2010
Now imagine something else. How I go to visit a friend in Holland and I see a man, walking a wonderful and obviously very happy and loved dog. The only thing that does not look right is the ear of the dog – cut almost halfway through. Seslavci? Is it possible? I go closer to the owner and after countless apologies I ask him where he got the dog from.
– Well, I adopted it from the shelter X, but from origin it’s from Bulgaria. –he says proudly and starts praising his dog – how smart and well-mannered it is, how it looks him in the eyes and fulfills his wishes even before he speaks them out. It was adopted in 2009. Unfortunately, I don’t remember it. This is from the time before Bogrov even existed. The time when we were taking dogs out of Seslavci and sending them to the shelter X.
Now imagine another good friend of ours, the owner of Belka in Belgium – the poured on with acid mommy – who begins a conversation in the park with another owner of a dog. Both start praising their dogs and get to the subject of their origin. Surprise! They are both from ARS! Lee sent us photos of Belka and Baylee. When he departed back in 2009 he used to be a small puppy with a different name.
Belka and Baylee in Belgium – 2012
Imagine how, the Dutch champion for agility and obedience, sweet Yente, wanders through pet shops and together with her owner begs them to donate food for her siblings who are still in Bogrov shelter…
Yente the agility champion with her mom and with the stuff they colected for Bogrov
Imagine how each day, a random happy adopter writes to us, people who own a dog from us from a month, year, two, three…
You already forgot about these first written lines in the beginning, right? We also did. These photos, these stories, they are worth all our efforts, sufferings and difficulties.
I have no special reason writing these lines. It just happened that these days I was filling in the list of donations, and today I just saw that our Facebook friends now amount 17 000 and I thought that the happiness I feel at the moment from just a couple of photos in my mail, has the right to be yours as well. Because without your help, Yente would have never ever dealt with agility, but would dig in the garbage bins. Baylee would have never been on a ski trip in Belgium but would rather… I don’t know… what comes after Seslavci… And all these happy and loved, who actually don’t realize it, while lying down on the couches in their homes and snuggle close to their owners, they owe this to you, friends!