A Rescue on the last minute

Hey Paw-some Squad, today's bark is wagging in a different direction than usual. Typically, I yap about our exciting escapades, where we've been sniffing around, and what fascinating treasures we've dug up during our travels. But today, I'm itching to give you all the juicy details about what we’re really up to on our grand adventures, and trust me, it's a tale worth telling!

As many of you tail-waggers know, we've paddled across the vast expanse of the Pacific Ocean, making delightful pit stops in the stunning paradise of Tahiti before finally anchoring in the breathtaking waters of Fiji, where we're currently marking our territory and enjoying the sun. It’s a dream come true! To add to the excitement, Daddy Micha's daughter and her boyfriend have joined our ever-growing pack, and together we’re sniffing out the nearby islands, exploring every nook and cranny. But don’t think for a second that we’re pawsing our main mission.

You know, Daddy Micha and Daddy Charly scooped us up after we spent what felt like an eternity searching for a cozy, safe den. I was already a walking flea buffet, riddled with infections, barely holding it together from all the chaos and discomfort. My fur was a tangled mess, and I was in dire need of some serious TLC. Thankfully, my sister Sara was a bit luckier; she was just a tad skinny but still spry enough to scout for humans who could save us from our ruff situation. Just when we thought all hope was lost, the great dog god over the rainbow bridge heard our desperate howls and sent us our amazing Dads, Daddy Micha and Daddy Charly. And let me tell you, life’s been a tail-wagging paradise ever since we found our forever home. We're so grateful for our rescue that we've made it our mission to help other pups who weren't as fortunate as we were, because we truly believe, every dog deserves a second chance at happiness.

So today, I’m barking about our latest rescue mission, and boy, was it a nail-biter! It was filled with suspense and excitement, making our tails wag faster than ever! And we are so happy that we made it just in time.

To get Daddy Micha's daughter aboard our floating kennel, we needed to dock somewhere close to the airport, which was quite the challenge. Once we successfully fetched her, it was all paws on deck to get her settled on the boat, ensuring she felt right at home with our furry family. We latched onto a mooring ball in front of the Denarau Marina in Fiji, which is known for being top dog—well-organized with great service, shops, and entertainment options galore. However, there’s a bit of a downside; sadly, we’re stuck on the boat thanks to some wacky and (in our humble opinion) downright dumb rules that prevent us from exploring the marina freely. But don't worry, I’ll bark about those frustrations later!

After Daddy Micha fetched his daughter and her boyfriend from the airport, we found ourselves anchored there for two more days due to some pesky paperwork that seemed to take forever to process. The water in that Marina bay was as murky as a mud puddle, definitely not the ideal place for a refreshing doggy paddle. Knowing that we needed some fun and adventure for Daddy Micha's daughter and boyfriend, Daddy Micha took his crew out of that murky bay. They hopped into our trusty dinghy, affectionately named "Little Samsara," and zipped off to an island about 5 miles away in search of some crystal-clear water for a much-needed swim. Oh, the thrill of the open water, the wind in our fur, and the promise of a glorious splash awaited them! Sara and I was very jealous.

But oh, how the plot twisted! When they landed on the tiny, deserted paradise known as Yakuilausewa Island, they found the water was about as inviting as a muddy puddle, and the beach seemed to be hosting a trash convention. Still, they weren't going to let a little thing like that ruin their adventure. Off they went, embarking on an epic beach stroll, dodging debris like champions.

So there they were, about 1.5 miles in, when they stumbled upon what looked like the set of a post-apocalyptic summer camp movie. Picture this: a dilapidated boat, a bunch of kayaks that seemed to be auditioning for a role as garden gnomes, and a mountain of random stuff. Right in the heart of this chaos, they heard a tiny whimper. Out pops a little dog, looking like he just walked off the set of "Survivor: Canine Edition." This little furball was all bones and nerves, clearly in desperate need of some TLC. Normally, Captain Micha would swoop in, grab the pup, and whisk him off to our boat, where Sara and I would play the roles of professional dog snugglers until the vet arrived. But nope, not in Fiji! The Biosecurity Office decided to play the villain and put us in quarantine, banning any doggy meet-and-greets. So, Captain Micha revved up the dinghy, zoomed back to Samsara, and returned with a feast fit for a furry king and some fresh H2O. The little guy gobbled it all up like it was his last meal on earth and then snuggled up to Captain Micha like they were long-lost pals. Sadly, Captain Micha had to leave him there, but not before promising to return the next day with reinforcements and make sure the little guy's days of hardship were over.

Back on Samsara, we were like detectives on a mission, furiously googling until we stumbled upon a dog rescue center. We chatted about the details like we were planning a heist. But alas, it was the weekend, and the rescue center was manned by just one lonely soul. No cavalry was coming that day. They assured us they'd swing into action the next morning and send someone to the marina to handle the furry troublemaker after Daddy Micha snagged him from the island. We breathed a tiny sigh of relief, even though we knew the adventure wasn't over yet.

The next morning, Daddy Charly packed an extra-large portion of dog food with some gourmet treats, and Daddy Micha zoomed back to the island to check on our little buddy and serve him breakfast. Luckily, the pup was still kicking and waiting eagerly for Daddy Micha. But plot twist! Another dog was hanging out with our little pal. This new friend was also in dire straits, looking like he hadn't seen a decent meal in ages. Daddy Micha split the food like a pro, making sure everyone got their share. Good thing Daddy Charly had packed enough to feed a small army!

Once everyone had their fill, Daddy Micha took a closer look, and surprise, surprise—a third little rascal emerged from the shadows. Now Daddy Micha had to hightail it back for more supplies and inform the rescue center that the doggy party had grown to three. Thankfully, the rescue center was ready to roll but couldn't scoop up the trio that day because they needed to get their ducks in a row first. No biggie for us; we loaded the dinghy with a mountain of food and a giant jug of water, and Daddy Micha set sail once more. This time, he had enough provisions to feed the whole canine crew!

After a bit, everyone was pampered like royalty, and Daddy Micha did another sweep to ensure there weren't any secret canine squatters hiding out. Once satisfied, he made his way back. The next morning, we got the much-anticipated call from the rescue center, confirming that all three pooches had landed safely at their new digs. They were now getting the spa treatment before settling into their cushy no-kill shelter until some lucky humans decided to adopt them.

Everyone on the good ship Samsara was grinning ear to ear after our heroic rescue mission. We're like the superheroes of the sea, ready to swoop in if another buddy needs a hand. But, alas, our superhero antics come with a price tag (we stockpile enough food to feed a small country, have deworming meds ready, and keep our dinghy's tank fuller than a Thanksgiving turkey). So, if you could toss a few coins our way, we'd be over the moon! Every penny is like a high-five, and every click is like a virtual hug. Help us keep our friends afloat!

THANK YOU!!!