Dogs enjoy being adopted! Mother Nature is to blame because nobody wants to live without friends or family. In the aforementioned video, the dog thanks his savior.
The adopted puppy made the decision to show his new mother how much he appreciated her while he was in the passenger seat.
His response was wonderful as he pressed his face against the woman’s arm. The mom started crying after that, and the puppy tried to comfort her.
Watch the video down below.
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Heartbreaking! The dog was attacked by thousands of parasites in the mouth, unable to eat or drink for many days
It’s upsetting to read about a dog being hurt by parasites, especially when it affects their ability to eat and drink. This is a common problem in many dogs, especially if they have not had adequate preventative care.
Hundreds of parasites attacking a dog’s mouth might cause рai and discomfort. These parasites can cause inflammation and infection, making it difficult for the dog to swallow or even open his mouth. In some situations, the parasites might also cause bleeding, which can complicate matters further.
If a dog cannot eat or drink for several days, it may develop an eo problem. Dogs require regular access to food and water in order to stay healthy, and prolonged starvation or dehydration can lead to a variety of health concerns. If the dog is not treated, it will become weak and malnourished, making it more difficult to battle parasites and other ailments.
If you feel your dog has a parasite infection, you should seek veterinary care as soon as possible. A veterinarian can do a thorough examination and offer the necessary therapy to restore your dog’s health.
They may also recommend preventative care treatments, including as frequent deworming and flea and tick prevention, to keep your dog healthy in the future.
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Heartbroken over Sad shivering puppy begging passersby to save his siblings in freezing weather
People came across a puppy all day and no one cared; whenever he saw someone passing by, he stood up, wagged his tail, and waited for help; he lay on the cold snow with faith and waited.
“Help Animal kmv” stepped in to assist, and they found four puppies in a cardboard box.
They took them to the vet and warmed them up; their bodies were infested with blood-sucking mites, and they couldn’t stand the water and stress, so they weren’t bathed. Fortunately, the doctor was still present at night. The doctor gives each puppy individual first aid and tests; the puppies test positive for parvovirus, a dangerous disease.
To reduce itching and scratching, temporary preservatives are used. Puppies are more at ease. Everyone gets eye drops, as well as the doctor’s injection.
“I was very lucky to be there at the right time,” the doctor said, “because if they let them stay a little longer, they will be in danger.”
Who dumped them there? So, where had the mother dog gone?
Nobody knows the answer. They are feeling much better after three days. They could walk around the vet’s office and examine everything.
They mature quickly, beautiful boys, but the issue they had to deal with was their skin. They had mold and needed treatment, according to the doctor, and they had severe fungal skin under their hair. They needed to be medicated on a regular basis and shower with a special shower gel.
They were given the names Lira, Nils, Martin, and Gray.
The disease healed and the hair grew back over time, and thankfully, after a long time under the care of doctors, all of them are healthy and beautiful.
Two of them have found their own happy home, while the other two are cared for and loved by everyone on the team. They have a beautiful future ahead of them.
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Girl Rescues Dying Dog And Then He Let’s Her Know It’s Time To Say ‘Goodbye’
Sophiane Nacer wanted to give this homeless dog the best ‘end of days’ possible, despite the fact that he was too sick to save. She promised that Hippo, an elderly stray with tumors, would only know love after he died.
“Even if it was just for a day,” Sophiane, the 19-year-old founder of Cayleb’s Kindred Senior Dog Rescue, told TODAY, Hippo was going to have the best last day ever.
After a five-day waiting period, Sophiane adopted Hippo and brought him home from the shelter. The skin of the poor dog hurt to touch. Because Hippo was in so much pain, Sophiane wasn’t sure if he could experience much.
When she saw his tail wag, all her doubts vanished. There was still hope for the sick dog. Before he left this world, he FOUGHT to feel love and happiness.
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So Sophiane brought Hippo to Starbucks and bought him a Puppuccino, a Starbucks secret menu item that dogs adore, which is simply a cup filled with delectable whipped cream.
Hippo was still in good spirits the next day, so Sophiane brought him to a dog park to let him run around. He loved every second of it! He had something to say to Sophiane, though.The old dog, who was suffering but hopeful, had something to say to his new best friend… He was all set to leave. He was overjoyed that he had the opportunity to spend time with Sophiane, but he was tired and in pain, and it was time to say his goodbyes.
After the dog park, Sophiane had a vet euthanasia specialist come to her home. The vet had prepared a roasted chicken with sedatives inside for him. He was able to eat his final meal as comfortably as possible with Sophiane by his side before drifting off to a painless permanent sleep.
While this story is sad in many ways, it also has a positive side. A dying dog, who had only known suffering, was given the opportunity to spend the rest of his life, albeit brief, feeling loved and wanted.
May all dogs leave this world knowing how much they are loved! Hippo, rest in peace. You were a fantastic young man!
My MIL and Husband’s Sisters Forced Me to Clean Up Alone After Easter Feast—I Agreed, but They Weren’t Ready for My ‘Surprise’
When my husband’s family decided I was their personal maid for Easter, they had no idea I’d already hidden something special alongside those chocolate bunnies. What happened next was something that still makes me laugh.
I’ve never been the type to air my dirty laundry online. Really, I’m not. But what happened this Easter was too perfect not to share.
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My name’s Emma, I’m 35, work as a marketing director for a mid-sized firm, and I’ve been married to Carter for three wonderful years. Carter is everything I could ask for. He’s supportive, caring, funny, and actually knows how to load a dishwasher correctly.
Our life together has been pretty close to perfect, except for one glaring issue. HIS FAMILY.
“Emma, honey, could you grab me another mimosa while you’re up?” My mother-in-law Patricia’s voice carried across our backyard patio last month, though I’d barely taken two steps toward the kitchen.
She hadn’t moved from her cushioned lounge chair in over an hour.
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I’m not one of those people who complain about everything. I don’t post passive-aggressive status updates or share my grievances on social media. But Carter’s mother and his three sisters, Sophia, Melissa, and Hailey… they’re special. And by special, I mean the entitled kind.
“Of course, Patricia,” I replied with the practiced smile I’d perfected over three years of marriage.
From day one, they made it clear I wasn’t quite what they had in mind for Carter.
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They’re the sort of people who believe they’re always right, and who’ve never truly accepted me. They’re the kind who offer compliments wrapped in barbed wire.
“Oh, Emma, you’re so brave to wear something that tight,” Sophia, the eldest at 41, commented at our last family gathering, eyeing my perfectly normal dress.
Melissa, 39, never misses a chance to comment on my eating habits. “Good for you, not caring about calories,” she’d say while watching me take a single bite of dessert.
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And then there’s Hailey, 34, who despite being younger than me, always manages to sound like a disapproving aunt. “Our family has strong traditions. Hope you can keep up.”
But this Easter? Oh, they really outdid themselves.
“Since you and Carter don’t have kids yet,” Melissa announced three weeks before Easter while her three children climbed all over my freshly cleaned furniture, “it would make sense for you to organize the Easter Egg Hunt.”
Not just hide a few plastic eggs. No.
I was supposed to create a whole event: scavenger hunt clues, costumes, and even hire a bunny mascot with my own money.
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“It would really show you care about our family,” Sophia added, sipping her latte and adjusting her oversized sunglasses while lounging on my backyard patio.
Carter squeezed my hand under the table. “That sounds like a lot of work,” he started, but his sisters talked over him.
“It’s just what we do in this family,” Hailey shrugged, though I’d never seen her lift a finger to organize anything.
Fine. I swallowed my protests. For now.
Little did they know, I’d already started crafting a plan that would make this Easter one they’d never forget.
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Two days before Easter, my phone pinged with a text message. Patricia had created a family group chat. Minus Carter, of course.
“Since you’re already helping, honey, it would be WONDERFUL if you just cooked Easter dinner! Carter deserves a wife who can host properly. 😘”
I stared at my phone, my blood pressure rising with each notification as Sophia, Melissa, and Hailey chimed in with their “suggestions.”
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What she really meant was: Cook for 25 people. A full spread: ham, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, deviled eggs, rolls, two pies, and “a lighter option for those of us watching our figure.”
Not one of them volunteered to bring even a pie.
“They want you to do what?” Carter asked when I showed him the messages. His face flushed with anger. “That’s ridiculous. I’ll talk to them.”
“No,” I said, placing my hand on his arm. “Don’t worry about it.”
“But Emma, that’s too much work. Let me at least order catering.”
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I smiled and kissed his cheek. “I’ve got this, trust me.”
Easter Sunday arrived with perfect spring weather. I’d been up since dawn, hiding eggs for the hunt later and preparing the feast they’d demanded. By noon, our house was filled with Carter’s family. His mother, three sisters, their husbands, and children ranging from four to 12.
“Emma, this ham is a bit dry,” Patricia commented within seconds of taking her first bite.
“The potatoes need more butter,” Melissa added.
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“In our family, we usually serve the gravy in a proper boat, not a measuring cup,” Sophia pointed out, though I’d used my grandmother’s antique gravy boat.
Carter started to defend me, but I caught his eye and shook my head slightly. Not yet.
They ate. They destroyed the kitchen. They let their kids run wild, smearing chocolate everywhere.
Melissa’s youngest even knocked over a vase, and no one bothered to pick up the pieces. All I heard was, “Kids will be kids!”
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And then, after gorging themselves, they settled onto the couches with their wine glasses, not moving a muscle.
“Emma,” Sophia looked over her shoulder and said, “the kitchen isn’t going to clean itself.”
“Oh, honey,” Patricia added. “Now you can clean everything up. Time to show you’re real wife material.”
They smirked, settling onto the couch like pampered queens while their husbands disappeared to watch basketball in the den.
Carter stood up. “I’ll help you, Emma.”
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“No, sweetie,” I said loudly enough for everyone to hear. “You worked so hard all week. Go relax with the guys.”
The sisters exchanged satisfied glances. They thought they’d won.
I smiled. Oh, I smiled so sweetly. I clapped my hands together.
“Absolutely!” I chirped. “I’ll handle everything!”
Their smug faces relaxed as they turned back to their conversation about Sophia’s upcoming cruise. Hailey kicked her feet up on my coffee table, her shoes leaving small marks on the wood.
“Kids!” I called out cheerfully. “Who’s ready for the special Easter Egg Hunt now?”
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Excited children came running from various corners of the house.
“But I thought we already did the egg hunt this morning,” Patricia said.
“Oh,” I said with a wink to the children. “That was just the regular hunt. Now it’s time for the Golden Egg Challenge.”
The kids squealed with excitement.
“What’s the Golden Egg Challenge?” Melissa’s ten-year-old son asked, practically bouncing with excitement.
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“Well,” I explained, pulling out a shimmering golden plastic egg from my pocket, “while I was setting up the regular Easter Egg Hunt this morning, I hid something extra special.”
The children gathered around me, their eyes wide with wonder at the gleaming egg in my palm.
“Inside this golden egg is a note about a VERY SPECIAL PRIZE,” I said, lowering my voice dramatically. “Much better than candy.”
“Better than candy?” Sophia’s eight-year-old daughter gasped as if I’d claimed the moon was made of cheese.
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“Absolutely. It’s an ALL-EXPENSES-PAID prize!” I announced.
The kids were practically salivating now. I could feel Patricia and her daughters watching with mild interest from the couch, probably assuming I was talking about some toy or small gift card.
“The golden egg is hidden somewhere in the backyard,” I continued. “Whoever finds it wins the grand prize! Ready?”
The children bolted for the back door, nearly trampling each other to be first outside.
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“That’s sweet of you, Emma,” Patricia called from the couch. “Keep them busy while we digest.”
Carter caught my eye from across the room and raised an eyebrow. I just winked.
Fifteen minutes of frantic searching later, we heard a triumphant scream from the far corner of the garden.
“I FOUND IT! I FOUND THE GOLDEN EGG!”
It was Sophia’s daughter Lily, sprinting across the lawn, waving the golden egg over her head like an Olympic torch.
Perfect. I couldn’t have planned it better if I’d tried.
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“Congratulations, Lily!” I cheered as everyone gathered around. “Would you like to open it and read your prize?”
The eight-year-old eagerly cracked open the plastic egg and pulled out a small rolled piece of paper. Her brow furrowed as she tried to read it.
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“Would you like me to read it for everyone?” I offered sweetly.
She nodded and handed me the paper.
“Ahem,” I cleared my throat dramatically. “The winner of the Golden Egg receives the GRAND PRIZE: You and your family get to handle the ENTIRE Easter clean-up! Congratulations!”
For three beautiful seconds, absolute silence fell over our backyard.
Then came the uproar.
“What?” Sophia spluttered, nearly choking on her wine.
“That’s not a prize!” Melissa protested.
Lily looked confused. “I have to clean?”
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“Not just you,” I clarified cheerfully. “Your whole family gets to help! Isn’t that exciting? All the dishes, the kitchen, picking up candy wrappers… everything!”
“Emma,” Patricia started, her voice stern. “This is just a joke, right?”
“Oh no, it’s the official Golden Egg prize,” I insisted. “The kids have been so excited about it.”
And that’s when the most magnificent thing happened. All the children began chanting, “CLEAN UP! CLEAN UP!”
Carter burst out laughing, unable to contain himself any longer.
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“This isn’t funny,” Hailey hissed.
“Actually,” Carter said, stepping beside me and wrapping an arm around my waist, “it’s hilarious.”
“We can’t expect the kids to clean,” Sophia protested, her face flushing red.
“I’m just following the rules,” I said sweetly. “Family traditions are important, right? You taught me that!”
Patricia stood up, clearly trying to regain control of the situation. “Emma, dear, this is inappropriate.”
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“Is it?” I asked innocently. “More inappropriate than expecting one person to cook for and clean up after 25 people without help? More inappropriate than making snide comments about my cooking while you eat the food I prepared?”
The children were still chanting, growing louder by the second. Several of them had already started collecting trash from the yard, taking the challenge seriously.
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“Mom,” Lily tugged at Sophia’s designer blouse. “We won! We have to clean up!”
Faced with their own children’s enthusiasm and the growing awkwardness of the situation, they had no choice.
“Fine,” Sophia finally muttered.
I handed her a pair of rubber gloves with a smile. “The dish soap is under the sink.”
For the next hour, I sat on the patio with my feet up, sipping a perfectly chilled mimosa, watching as Carter’s mother and sisters scrubbed dishes, wiped counters, and swept floors.
Carter joined me, clinking his glass against mine. “You’re brilliant, you know that?”
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“I learned from the best,” I replied. “Your family always says how important it is to follow traditions.”
As I watched Patricia awkwardly scrub dried gravy from my roasting pan, she caught my eye. For just a moment, there was something new in her expression. Something that looked suspiciously like respect.
Next Easter? I have a feeling they’ll be bringing potluck dishes and cleaning supplies.
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