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Likes: Sleeping with my foster daddy
Pet-Peeves: When one of the other dogs is laying in MY spot on my foster daddy's lap
Favorite Walk: Kaluha is not yet at a point where we feel he should be leash trained, but we're working on it.
Arrival Story: Kaluha is a rescue from a Lancaster PA puppymill. This poor little guy spent his life as a stud and the miller was done with him, he threatened to shoot Kaluha if we did not take him.
Bio: His name is Kaluha. He is a 10 year old, 7 pound Pomeranian, and cute as a button. In a more humane world, he would have been taken home as a puppy. He would have learned to play and take treats from his master's hand. He would have frolicked and romped, chasing butterflies in a yard, or been taken for regular walks around the block. He would have been someone's sweet, pampered, much loved companion.
Instead, Kuluha spent his life in a puppy mill in Lancaster producing puppies for pet stores. His back is bent, probably from spending too much time in a too small cage. After three weeks in my home, he still will only eat off the floor. Maybe that is because he was used to eating off the ground, maybe it is because it hurt his teeth too badly to eat out of a bowl. He just came from the vet where he was neutered and had 11 teeth pulled. They may have to pull more, but they were afraid that doing it now would shatter his jaw.
He does not know how to play with toys and still cowers when you walk near him. He never had a warm lap to snuggle in or a soft hand to pet him. He lived his life with little human contact and no kindness.
Kuluha was welcomed into our small rescue. We take these dogs into our homes and give them a part of our hearts. We nurse them to physical and mental health, we love them as if they were our own, we begin to housebreak them and train them. We do whatever we can to make them adoptable, we find them good homes and when we send them on their way to hopefully to become the much loved companions they deserve to be, we cry.
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Update 7-24-07
Little Kaluha has changed so much since he first came to his foster home. He is no longer the shy, frightened pupper he was. While he is still afraid of his foster mom, he has taken a real shine to his foster dad. Kaluha follows his foster dad around the house and yard, wagging his tail joyfully. He even sleeps with his foster dad at night. Kaluha has found his voice and, although he is not a barky dog, he will sometimes bark just for the joy of barking.
Kaluha is doing well with his housetraining. He is walking nicely on a lead and harness.
Kaluha is a quiet little guy who does not cause any problems. He may not take food from hands, but he looks for his share of dog treats when they are being handed out. While he does not play with toys, he does enjoy gnawing on a bone or a rawhide.
Kaluha would do best in a quiet household with no children.
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One by one, they pass my cage,
Too old, too worn, too broken, no way.
Way past his time, he can't run and play.
Then they shake their heads slowly and go on their way.
A little old man, arthritic and sore,
It seems I am not wanted anymore.
I sit in this cage, where day after day,
The younger dogs get adopted away.
When I had almost come to the end of my rope,
You saw my face, and I finally had hope.
You saw thru the grey, and the legs bent with age,
And felt I still had life beyond the cage.
You took me home, gave me food and a bed.
And shared your own pillow with my poor tired head.
We snuggle and play, and you talk to me low,
You love me so dearly, you want me to know.
I may have lived most of my life with another,
But you outshine them with a love so much stronger.
And I promise to return all the love I can give,
To you, my dear person, as long as I live.
I may be with you for a week or for years,
We will share many smiles, you will no doubt shed tears.
And when the time comes that God deems I must leave,
I know you will cry and your heart, it will grieve.
And when I arrive at the Bridge, all brand new,
My thoughts and my heart will still be with you.
And I will brag to all who will hear,
Of the person who made my last days so dear.
--Author unknown
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