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This is my boy and best friend

Welcome to Northwest Dog Sanctuary — Home. This space exists for rescued dogs, service dogs in training, and the people who believe healing begins with safety, patience, and belonging. This is not just a group. It’s a place to walk alongside the journey—honestly, transparently, and together. Here you’ll see: – behind-the-scenes progress – real stories (the wins and the hard days) – how a sanctuary is built from the ground up – and how dogs and humans heal side by side There’s no pressure to post or perform here. You’re welcome to listen, learn, and be part of the story in whatever way feels right. If you’re comfortable, introduce yourself below: – where you’re from – what brought you here – and what “home” means to you We’re genuinely glad you’re here. Welcome Home. — Jason 🐾

Morning, everyone. If you’re new here, welcome. If you’ve been here a minute, thanks for holding the door open. There’s no rush in this space. No pressure to post, perform, or explain yourself. Read. Sit with the words. Share when it feels right or don’t. Both are okay. This place exists for honesty, quiet growth, and the kind of connection that doesn’t ask anything from you. I’m glad you’re here. Truly. — Jason

He doesn’t speak a word, but he knows everything. Every high. Every comedown. Every heartbreak. Every mile I’ve walked alone Monkey walked it too. I call him my dog, but truth is, he’s my son. My best friend. My compass when the rest of the world spins like a broken record. Monkey's seen me at my lowest When I couldn’t stand, when I didn’t care if I woke up the next day. When the only thing that kept me going was the sound of his paws pacing beside me, like he was saying, "Come on, Dad. One more step. Don’t give up on me yet." Iou I’ve put him through hell. Too many car rides with nowhere to land. Too many nights curled up in the backseat with nothing but my hoodie for a pillow. Too many fights he never asked to hear. I look in his eyes sometimes and I swear I see disappointment, not the kind you get from someone who’s mad at you, but the kind that comes from love. The kind that hurts because he still believes in me. And damn, that belief… That’s heavier than any judge’s gavel. Because he didn’t sign up for this life, but he’s stayed anyway. He knows when I’m about to break before I even speak. And still, he never leaves. He lays his head in my lap like to say, "You can lose everything, but you still got me." Some days, I feel like he’s the only reason I haven’t given up. Because how the hell do you look into those eyes and walk away? How do you explain to a soul that pure that life just keeps kicking you in the teeth? You don’t. You fight not for yourself, maybe not yet but for him. Because Monkey didn't choose this ride. I did. And I dragged him with me. But if there’s one thing I know… When I finally get it right when I find peace, when I’ve built a life that doesn’t hurt to wake up to He’ll be there. Tail wagging. Tongue out. Still looking at me like I’m the goddamn hero of the story. So this is for him. The one who kept loving me when I couldn’t love myself. The one who knew when I was lying. The one who knew when I was broken. Because Monkey knows.