History and New Beginnings

                                            
Louie here and I woke up this morning in my new foster home.   The night wasn't nearly so bad as I thought it might be.   I had a nice warm spot in my crate by the wood stove and with a couple other dogs in the room with me.  I was so tired I couldn't wait to get to sleep.

Foster Mom thought you all might  be interested in some of my hisotry although I have to be honest, I'm the only one that knows this for sure and her information is all second hand from humans that may or may not have been totally honest.  Unlike dogs, they do that sometimes.   Here's what my foster Mom has heard:

It is believed I came from a puppy miller that is in Wyoming.  There are some known puppy mill operations in Wyoming that breed rescues know about that are breeding cresteds.  So that is possible.   I somehow may have ended up in a kill shelter in Nebraska, but again, this hasn't been confirmed.   Somehow I made my way to Montana which is where I am now.   I have been handed around to at least 2 "foster homes" as well as being stuck at a not very legitimate rescue that apparently works out of an old building with no real kennels, only baby gates keeping all 75+ of their animals (dogs and cats) away from each other.  Again, not confirmed by my current foster Mom but what she has heard.   The last lady that had me (before my foster Mom) saw me at a pet store adoption event and took me to her place.  She and her husband and daughter were very very nice to me and their other dog really wanted me to be their buddy.   However after a few days, lots of research and talking to my current foster Mom she just didn't think that her home and her skills were up to rehabilitating me.  See she was told I was house broken, that I was a "cuddler", etc.

So she and her family decided I needed to come here and spend some time with my new foster Mom who has more experience with chinese cresteds and rescues that need some love, time, training.  

Now my new beginnings have started.  Foster Mom is currently kind of watching me to determine what we need to work on.  She has found that I have a great mis-trust of humans contact which makes her very sad.  But I'm not so scared that I bite, I just try to avoid getting picked up or taken from my safe spot (usually my crate).   I do really like to observe and the other dogs here really seem to like her.   FM (foster Mom) knows I'll come around.  I also am trying to be calm enough to start eating well.  FM is worried that I'm so terribly skinny (but all vet records she got say I am healthy) and she has told me that the first item we are going to work on as well as getting me some muscles built up.   She believes that emotional and physical work together so we will work towards balance in that area.

New beginnings part 1, weight and trust.   Oh and FM will be putting up some pictures of me soon.

FM found some jammies for me to wear - they are too big but warm none the less.