Why was I thinking of Fostering or Rescuing a dog?
I have always had rescue dogs since Kim the terrier mix in Sydney, Australia when I was a child. When our gorgeous rescue dog Isabelle passed away in 2012 at almost 17, there was a huge hole in our family. She was the same age as my younger daughter so they had grown up together.
After over a year grieving and much consideration, we decided to see about fostering a dog over the summer before my daughter went off to university as I knew several organizations really needed fosters. She wanted a squishy faced velcor dog like a Bulldog or Pug to cuddle.
Homeward Bound Rescue
I had met Homeward Bound Rescue, who specialize in squishy faces, through my work on Talent Hounds. We applied, had a home visit, then checked out their available dogs. We could not resist Kilo the Pug’s cute little black face and started fostering him August 4th, 2014. He had just turned two years old according to his papers.
Kilo the Pug
I had the vet check he had no health problems. We started training him immediately using positive reinforcement with treats, toys, praise and affection. I had access to great trainers and resources through Talent Hounds. His transformation has been very rewarding for all of us.
He is the friendliest most affectionate funny little love bug at home, and even OK out and about most of the time (but he prefers familiar territory and is nervous of other dogs off leash). He lives on my lap or beside me on the sofa while I work. He absolutely loves pug hugs, massages, playing and posing for the camera (he associates cameras with treats and demands payment upfront). There is nothing like his greetings when I walk through the front door or his kisses in the morning when he jumps on me looking for cuddles and breakfast. He is a great little ambassador for rescues. He even likes most strangers now if properly introduced with treats.
We foster failed and adopted Kilo the Pug after a few months of course, as we realized he was in his forever home. My kids call him “the favorite child”. His still has a little selective deafness but will always come to the words “Treat” and “Dinner Time” or the crackle of a bag. He begs for food and his “Drop It” is a work in progress and usually requires a trade. He thinks the postman is out to murder us all and it is his duty to defend us. He gets black hair over all the white sofas and beds. However the good far outweighs any bad. He makes our lives happier and richer every day. #Rescues Rock.