Chanel No. 3! Kind of a glamorous name isn’t it? Well my life has not been glamorous. I’m Chanel, a 8 year old Pomeranian who was purchased as a gift when I was cute little puppy. You see, my “purchaser” was a senior citizen who bought me as a gift for her caretaker. But… the caretaker didn’t want me, however she kept me since she wouldn’t have to take care of me herself.
During all those years, I never saw a vet, never went out for walks and lived a very sheltered life. Last week my caretaker was placed in a nursing home and her caretaker who’s gift I really was sent me packing to Sophie’s Dog Adoption after the vet she called refused to euthanize me and asked what was she supposed to do, just leave me on a street corner and was given Sophie’s number as an alternative.
I’m really sweet, but at this point extremely frightened and skeptical of new people. Since I’m pee pee pad trained, Sophie is just letting me come around at my own pace and try to accustom myself to this big change in my life. Because of my fears I’m not good with kids, I see myself more with a senior citizen who would be calm and patient.



















Miles is my name, but you wouldn’t want to walk in my shoes. At 4 months old I’m already walking towards a new life. I’m one of those sad souls who had a bad start. Born in a puppymill, sent to a petshop at about 4 weeks old, purchased by a family at the age of 6 weeks old and now at 4 months they’ve given up on me. 





I come from Hemmingford and I’ve been named Dawg. I’m a Schnauzer mix, male, approximately 8 months old and I came out of nowhere and bolted in front of a car late one night. Not knowing what to do with me as there were no pounds, shelters nor vets open in the area they brought me back to Montreal and here I am with Sophie’s Dog Adoption. The couple who found me stopped at a groomers to have the burrs and ice chunks taken out of my hair, by the looks of me I had been wandering for a couple of days. 







































