Non-binary (use any pronouns you feel like using with me, I don't care; I will respect your pronouns whatever they may be, however, I swear this is not some bigoted reverse psychology). An arithmetic witch (with dyscalculia). I make shitty digital art and write semi quality prose and poetry. my b&w dog is named Sushi, and my orange cat is named Schnitzel. Proud Jew, and a full blown Atheist. I speak English, Russian, Hebrew, and Spanish, and am currently learning Norwegian. I currently live in Israel but am not happy about it, nor do I support this shit kakistocratic government. leaving is harder than it seems. please do not demonize me over what I cannot control.
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Sushi Story Time.
Sushi story time. ✨
When I got word about Sushi, I had recently broken up with an awful person, and stole the cat we adopted together as it wasn't safe for him to stay. Schnitzel, the kitty, was raised by my exes dog, and was a very social kitty, so you can imagine how sad he was when we no longer had access to her. I couldn't bear to see him that way and started looking for a dog to adopt, my main rules being that it can't be a puppy (I'm not strong enough) and it has to be female since Schnitzel can't handle males of any species.
I went to several rescues and met quite a few good dogs, but there were always issues - mostly the fact that I'm handicapped and a lot of them were high energy breeds while the rest were sick and needed very expensive care. But I kept going because my baby was depressed.
One day, a saluki specific rescue contacted me after seeing one of my posts. They told me they had this dog who was too anxious to deal with people and also black (superstition) and they thought I might be a good fit since I'm scared of people too. I came to see her that very day.
Sushi was scared of me, but wanted to be around me. She was young, but not a puppy. She had energy bursts but wanted to rest most of the time. She spent her whole life in the forest and didn't understand people but was incredibly gentle around small animals. I knew this was the one. I discussed things with her foster and by the next week she was at our home, and on the way to pick her up, I got her this giraffe stuffie.
For two weeks, she would not leave the room we put her in, unless it was for a walk, and spent all of her time cuddling that giraffe. But after two weeks, she walked out on her own.
Now she is scared of nothing, loves being pet, is spoiled rotten, and likes people, but the giraffe stuffie stays. She takes care of it like it's actually alive.
I got her for schnitzel but in the end, she became my little baby, my little wide eyed sidekick, with her own little sidekick; the giraffe. ❤️
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Even if you were a difficult child, you didn't deserve to be hurt.