Tag Archives: hound

Fallen Angel – Brief Story Of A Troubled Dog

I can’t even begin to describe what Kallie means to me. Looking back at my “history” as a rescuer, Kallie was always there, my first foster dog really. I had already fostered my own dog, Apollo, before I decided to adopt him, and Izi, my puppy.




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Tiniest Rescue Puppies Grow Up To Become The Cutest Little Hounds

Tiniest off all the shelter’s rescue puppies, ridiculously cute and adorable, all five of them boys – tiny, little, proud boys. They were found abandoned on a mountain near Athens, Greece, when they were barely one month old, along with their mum. Continue reading Tiniest Rescue Puppies Grow Up To Become The Cutest Little Hounds

Starving Sick Dog Recovers And Becomes A Loving Pet

Starving, sick (very sick), abandoned, desperate – this dog suffered for everything, everything you can imagine. She was rescued by the Ghosts of Aspropyrgos – a Greek charity struggling under impossible conditions in one of the suburbs of Athens you wouldn’t believe even exist. Continue reading Starving Sick Dog Recovers And Becomes A Loving Pet

Rejected By Everyone, This Dog Finally Found Someone Who Loved Her For Who She Is

Rejected – constantly and repeatedly rejected, this is what Kallie was for about three years. A typical Greek hound, abandoned when sick with leishmaniasis on the streets, she was rescued by ZEIL back in 2014. Continue reading Rejected By Everyone, This Dog Finally Found Someone Who Loved Her For Who She Is

Invisible Daphne – Rescue Dog Saved From Death Keeps Being Ignored

Invisible dogs, like Daphne, spend their lives in shelters all over the world. Some are just unlucky, some have unsolved behavioral issues, and most of them are usually black and brown. Continue reading Invisible Daphne – Rescue Dog Saved From Death Keeps Being Ignored

Rescue Pointers – The Shelter’s Most Precious Jewel

Rescue Pointers? We just can’t have enough. Rescue comes in all forms, colors, sizes, and breeds. Personally, I am huge mix breed fan, and will continue to – there’s no evidence to the opposite so far. But it’s been about a year I volunteer at the Save a Greek Stray shelter, and it is where I got to meet… THE POINTERS! Continue reading Rescue Pointers – The Shelter’s Most Precious Jewel

Living Dead – Rescuers Thought He Had Died But This Dog Chose To Live

Living dead, desperate and alone, Pablo is an Epaniel Bretton who was found in terrible condition and was taken in by Save a Greek Stray. His comeback surprised everyone and it is just one more proof of the strength and the will to live that every rescue dog has. Continue reading Living Dead – Rescuers Thought He Had Died But This Dog Chose To Live

Hunting Dog Used For Breeding Now Is Loved More Than She Could Imagine

Hunting dogs suffer more than any other dogs in Greece. Spending their entire lives chained or locked up, they are rarely treated as pets, are abandoned once they get old, sick or even lost during hunting. Continue reading Hunting Dog Used For Breeding Now Is Loved More Than She Could Imagine

Three Legged Dog Finds Her Dream Home

Three legged dogs suffer more discrimination than most dogs, I guess. Finding a home for one of them is a task that requires patience – a lot of patience.  I don’t really know what actually prevents people from considering adopting one, but I’m pretty sure embarrassment is an issue. Having to answer the question: “Oh, what happened to it?” a dozen times per day for years every time you walk your best friend must be annoying. Having to explain to friends and family that you new pet will have three legs must be a drawback. Why should you be the one who adopts the dog that nobody wants? Why should you pick up after other people’s trash? Why not walk around proudly with a fluffy, healthy, gorgeous dog? Why have to deal with pity and embarrassment for years to come? Continue reading Three Legged Dog Finds Her Dream Home

Fearful And Abandoned Dog Walks His Rescuer Down The Aisle – My Apollo





Fearful, abandoned and sick, Apollo taught me how to rescue, how to love and how to talk about it. My very first video was about him, so I figured the first post on this blog should be about him. I didn’t know what rescue was until I met him. One day I just looked out my apartment window and there he was. Sitting in a corner on the sidewalk, disorientated, confused and betrayed. Someone had probably abandoned him the night before, and that tiny corner in front of the house was his home for the next three days, until I managed to catch him. He was tested, vaccinated and neutered by ZEIL, and was supposed to be given for adoption, but I could never let go.

Trying to teach Apollo how to hunt must have been like trying to oblige left handed children to use their right hand.

His favourite place during the first weeks at home - the fireplace

Αpollo is a mix breed hound. A gun shy mix breed hound. He was probably born by a mother that has spent her whole life chained somewhere, delivering puppies meant to live a life similar to hers, or even worse – the typical life of a hound in Greece. Trying to teach Apollo how to hunt must have been like trying to oblige left handed children to use their right hand. It took his previous owner about two years or so, and after the beating, the terrors and God knows what other medieval techniques he used had no effect, he simply opened his car door and left in front of my house a dog that knew nothing about the city, cars, people. He knew nothing about nothing. He only knew the stick that was probably used on him a lot, and with the slightest movement you made towards him, he would cry as if you had just broken one of his bones.

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So, petting him was out of the question for  months. Playing was out of the question too. He never knew how to play, how to behave and how to live. We had to teach him how to be a dog step by step.  The first couple of months, when I walked him people kept asking me if he was old. But he wasn’t. He was about two years old, but he would walk beside me as if he was in pain and with his tail between his legs. I guess the first two years of his life must have felt like eternity. An eternity of neglect, abuse and sorrow. So in a way he grew old. And now it was up to us to make up for his lost puppyhood.

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I guess the first two years of his life must have felt like eternity. An eternity of neglect, abuse and sorrow. So in a way he grew old. And now it was up to us to make up for his lost puppyhood.

Turning Apollo into the perfect dog was such a smooth process, that if I had to do it all over again, I wouldn’t change a thing. Apart from his “intimacy” issues and all the fears that would petrify him, he was a perfect dog to begin with. He just laid there on his bed and sleep for hours, never made a sound and never even did any damage whatsoever. He was so grateful for the little things his new home had to offer him, and his way of expressing his gratitude was by going as unnoticed as possible.

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his way of expressing his gratitude was by going as unnoticed as possible.

And he slowly started becoming a dog again. We taught him how to play with us and with other dogs, how to enjoy a walk by keeping his tail up high – and his nose to the ground as a typical hound, how to sit for a treat. He was so eager to learn. Within a few months he already knew so many commands, that even I didn’t believe I had taught him all that simply by observing him and trying to get to know him. I was so thrilled. Before meeting Apollo I had absolutely no idea that a dog you pick from the streets can turn out to be the most perfect companion one could ever dream of. I wanted to share my experience with the world, so I posted my first video that was all about him. And then I couldn’t stop. Two years later, Apollo has his own playlist on my Youtube channel.

I became a rescuer thanks to Apollo. He taught me how to do it, he taught me how talk about it and how to film it.

He’s been there on every holiday, every trip, every minute of the day. He’s been there beside me for better and for worse.

I became a rescuer thanks to Apollo. He taught me how to do it, he taught me how talk about it and how to film it. He has been there for me, and for all my rescues after him. A perfect teacher for all my foster dogs that came after him and the perfect example of what a rescue dog can accomplish. There’s a little bit of footage of him in most of my rescue videos, not because I can’t have enough of him, but because he actually is there, beside me, and beside all the others that were rescued after him.

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It’s been about two years since that first video on him, and Apollo keeps evolving every day. He’s been there on every holiday, every trip, every minute of the day. He’s been there beside me for better and for worse. He can now run free in the mountain and come back at recall at any moment, and after three years of being trained and loved and spoilt, he’s afraid of nothing anymore (well, except for that evil ear cleaner that comes out of the drawer every couple of months).

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He walked down the aisle with me on my wedding day, and behaved like a gentleman the whole night. And he’ll be there beside me always, as my friend, my teacher and the funniest creature I ever met.

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