Dogs

Rainy

| cclelandnissen

I couldn’t post just one!

Rainy, our foster babe, is really finding her footing as a house dog! It turns out she is obsessed with food as much as the rest of these goons, and she’s discovered her love of fetch! She still prefers to be held I think, but she has also enjoyed short walks. I love watching them feel comfortable enough to be their interesting, quirky little selves ❤️

New Foster!

| cclelandnissen

Yesterday, we welcomed this 3-year-old mini-frenchie into our home as a foster 🙂 Her name is Rain, but we like to call her “Marrrry Jane!!!” She is a pint sized sweetie with a seemingly endless supply of (nervous) energy! She’s a breeder release, she’s definitely had some pups. I think her hair is really thin right now because of that. And maybe why she looks a little underfed?
She will be getting spayed soon, which I imagine will help with her anxiety a little. She gets along well with everyone, maybe slightly pushy here and there, but that’s a frenchie for ya! Very high energy little dog as of right now, I’m hoping she will be able to learn how to relax and have fun while she’s with us 💗

April 🌼

| cclelandnissen

Recovery has been going strong!! And I’m beginning to notice the differences in everything since my therapist and I started working through my PTSD. Just happy to be here ❤️

| cclelandnissen

Frantically climbing my way
through a dimly lit hallway.
A bare light bulb buzzes
bright burning blue.

I try to run,
but the weight of my legs
becomes too much.

Screaming infants and crying women
fill the sound.
The walls violently shake
with each heart’s pound.

Around every corner,
He stands waiting for me.
His eyes do not look,
but he sees me,
all of me.

There is a force, a magnetic pull,
it’s dark, like a black hole.
It says to go with him,
but I won’t.

Fingers dig deep into flesh,
his eyes burning
with a wildfire raging inside.

With nowhere else to hide,
I close my eyes.

Loving, long eared puppies,
and laughing blonde babies
upon the emerald earth.

I open my eyes.

Silence and
soft snoring,
a dog licks it’s bowl.

I am safe here.



Reoccurring Past Life/oil pastels/april 2026