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My birth date is June 9, 1999 and
for the first time in six years, I'll get to have a birthday party!
I was born in a puppy mill and I thought that would be my home forever. It
was dirty, smelly, had tons of flies in the summer, and was so noisy with dogs
barking all the time. I was a breeder and I was very, very good at producing
Havanese puppies. I think I had about 10 litters but don't hold me to that
because I've lost count. I never got to leave my crate, only when it was time to
whelp. I'd see other dogs taken from their crates and drive off in a truck and
always wonder why they never came back. Then another dog told me there was a
rumor going around that they got sold at an auction, but it was never a big deal
because they just went to another puppy mill. Another rumor started that some of
them got "rescued". We didn't know what that meant but it didn't sound any
better than living in another mill. Then one day I got dragged out of my crate
and put in the truck. I ended up at this auction where I was put on a table and
people were poking me. I just had another litter of pups so I wasn't feeling
that great. Then I heard I was sold and off I went in another truck. But this
was different.
Now when they took me out of the truck, I got to run in the grass and drink
lots of clean water and eat good food. This couldn't be another puppy mill, I
thought. It's just too nice. The people held me and talked to me and made me
feel good. I was told I'd been rescued and my life would now change. Still I was
puzzled because up to this point I wasn't exactly thrilled about my life and the
thought of having more puppies over and over. I went to this hospital where a
nice man petted me and gave me some shots and I had an operation so I'll never
have any more puppies. Plus I got ten teeth pulled. When I came back to the new
place I was feeling bad and hurt all over but soon I started liking my new home.
The lady told me I as going for a very long ride in their van; I would travel
over 3,600 miles and finally live in Michigan with my new foster mom. Ok, I
said, as long as it's not another puppy mill.
So we drove in the van to lots of different places because there were other
dogs like me going to live with new families from Tennessee to Florida to New
York and I was the last one left that got dropped off in Michigan.
I got to the foster mom's house at 1a.m. on Monday morning. It was cold
outside and I was shivering and hungry. Then foster mom picked me up and gave me
kisses. She gave me warm food and lots of water and then we went to bed. When I
got up the next morning she took me to the groomers where I got washed and
trimmed for the first time. Because I am a Havanese, I got the honor of having
the name Havana. I love when FM (foster mom) calls Havana because I know she's
talking to me, just me. I love being with these people and their three dogs.
They even have a Havanese just like me and just my age. We are "girl friends".
We chase and giggle and run around the backyard. Wow, I never thought life could
be like this!
FM gave me little stuffed animals about the size of my puppies and I bring
them in my crate, make a nest for them, lick them and then take them out for
walks around the house. Then I put them back to bed. I also got some medicine
but because I'm kind of a fussy eater they found out I liked melted ice cream.
Now when Foster Dad goes to the refrigerator to get a bowl of ice cream for him,
I just wait patiently for him to give me a special treat.
So, you've heard my story. I'm the oldest Havanese that HALO has rescued
and there is a strong possibility that maybe they rescued some of my puppies.
Life is good and I guarantee you that I'll enjoy every second of it!
Kisses and wags,
Havana
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