Hulk

There were two.

One didn’t survive.

The other was still breathing.

Today we would like to tell you about him.

About Hulk.

Hulk is still so small that his whole life should fit into a few simple things. Milk. Sleep. Warmth. Play. Clumsily chewing everything that happens to be nearby.

Instead, his first fight began with pain.

A jaw broken in several places.

Bones shifted after a blow.

A muzzle that should be learning about the world has become a place the vets now have to put back together piece by piece.

He has only just been taken off the streets of Jordan. From a place where, for little ones like him, there is often no time, no room and no second chance. Everything can be decided in a few minutes. One puppy passes away, the other is still breathing, and then there is only the question of whether we will manage to do everything he needs.

For Hulk, that answer came at the last moment.

Today he is in the care of vets. Ahead of him are tests, treatment, monitoring of the fractures and the fight for his little jaw to work normally again one day. So that he can eat without pain. Chew. Play. Grow up. Do everything a puppy who is just starting life should do.

For some time now we have been working more and more intensively in Jordan. We are getting to know places that help hadn’t reached before. We are getting to know animals living by the roads, in the desert, on the outskirts of towns. And more and more often we see that sometimes the whole difference between life and death comes down to one phone call, one decision, one trip to the clinic.

Hulk is just such a tiny life.

One of two.

The one help still reached in time.

Today we are asking you very much to support his treatment.

Because we don’t want his story to end with him surviving an accident.

We want it to really begin from this point.