found a new home!
Plenty of my friends are looking
for one too. Find a pet to adopt.
I am already neutered, housetrained, up to date with shots, not good with kids, and good with dogs.
I was a very lucky boy and was rescued from that former life of misery. I came to Faithful Friends rescue in January of 2009 but I was still terrified of people, even my new foster mom. I also had really, really bad infected ears. They hurt so much. My foster mom new my ears were hurting so she took me to the vets. Now, I’ll be honest and tell you that I really didn’t like the vet much because they had to do a really tough operation on both my ears to remove all the scar tissue that had developed during my life at the puppy mill. The puppy mill never had me seen by a vet so my ears just stayed infected and my teeth were rotting too. A few weeks after my big operation something happened though - my ears and teeth stopped hurting. What a relief that was after so long!
My foster mom brought me home and let me settle into her family’s daily routine. I had many other dog brother and sisters – mostly bigger than me and while I was still very scared of my foster mom, I could see that the rest of the dogs weren’t. They’d go up to our mom and she’d rub them and give them kisses. She fed us all really yummy food and best of all, I got my very own dog bed. Each night, I sleep snuggled next to my foster mom and my foster dog siblings. I never knew life could be so good!
It’s taken a little time but now I’ve decided I LOVE my new life. I go outside and run and play in the grass with my foster siblings or sometimes just hang outside, soaking up the glorious sun. I even go on walks … well, I’m still working on mastering my leash skills. I really don’t like it when my foster mom tries to hold the leash while I’m walking so for now, she just puts the leash on me and then lets me follow behind her. I’d follow her anywhere because I know she’ll always take care of me.
My foster mom tells all us foster dogs that there is a special home out there for all dogs, even dogs like me that can be easily scared at times. Until I find that special home she told me I can stay with her as long as I want which is nice. I know most people think I should just stay with her forever but she explained to me that if I can find my new special family, that she can save another dogs that need to be rescued from one of those terrible puppy mills or a dog who’s time is up a shelter. She’s so good at saving scaredy dogs like me, that I want her to be able to help other dogs so don’t feel bad if you think you might want to adopt me. I know I will miss her but I also know that I can love other humans too as long as they are as nice to me as she has always been.
My foster mom tells me I’m the most gentle boy she’s ever had and quiet too. I never bark. But I do need another friendly dog around. Other dogs help me be brave and I do like to play a little from time to time. I really should have a fenced yard because, like I said, my leash skills are still a work in progress. Also, too much commotion and craziness tends to make me a little scared so a quieter home without very young children would be best. I do like children as long as they are quiet and treat me gentle and you should also know that no matter how scared I’ve been in the past, I have NEVER tried to nip or bite anyone. If you think you might want to give an older boy like me a chance, you won’t be sorry I promise!
My Life at the Puppy Mill
Puppy mills are like dog “farms”. The breeding dogs live crammed together in cages and we’re not let out to go potty or run around the farm for a little fun or get rubs from the human folk. We just live in our cages where we eat, sleep, poop and mate. We never run on the grass or get to lie in the sun. It’s not much of a life really.
When one of the girl dogs has a litter of puppies, the pups live in the filth too and when they are still too little, they are taken away from their mothers and sent off to be sold at stores that sell puppies to people. These people don’t know they shouldn’t be buying babies from a store because by buying from the store, it’s like saying it’s ok to let the parents (like me) suffer at the puppy mills. These people also don’t know that only about 50% of the puppies survive the journey. But the puppy millers really don’t care because the pups that do survive are often sold for lots of money and that is all they really care about. Making money. Pretty sad, isn’t it?
When I was about 7 years old, the puppy mill decided I was too old and scared to breed anymore so they sent me to something called an Auction. At these auctions folks come to buy all the unwanted breeding dogs. Some of these people are looking to use us for more breeding but some are also looking to buy us so they can then sell us to places that do research on animals. Finally, people from dog rescues come but they mostly have to come “under-cover” so that the auctioneers don’t know that we are going to be saved. They don’t like rescue people interfering with their business and profit.
I was lucky because one of these under-cover rescues bought me so I didn’t have to die. Oh, did I forget to mention that if no one buys us at the auctions that we are killed? No one wanted me so that is what would have happened. Thank goodness a rescue came and got me. Now I have a new lease on life!
If you are interested in learning more about Chi-Chi or think you have what it takes to help him continue with his mental rehabilitation, please contact his foster mom at firstname.lastname@example.org