Yesterday when you met Samson we told you his best friend in the pack was a seven pound toy poodle. We weren't kidding. Hercules is our tiny little curly bundle of hilarity. He came to us as a puppy mill rescue in the summer of 2009. Shy and scared he hid from us for the first few weeks he was here. He still has no trust for strangers, but has progressed to the point where he enjoys playing with his pack members, Samson in particular, and trusts myself and my husband, although no other humans can get close to him. His disposition is understandable given the way he was treated in the first two years of his life. Hercules had no name until he came to us, he was just a breeder a commodity and was never given a name. He was kept crated all the time, and the only human contact he ever knew was being moved from one cage to another for breeding purposes. When I first brought him into our home and set him down on the floor he froze staying in one place and one position for the first 45 minutes. He was simply too afraid to move. The rest of the pack finally brought him out of his shell but it would be months before we could touch or hold this little guy. Hercules will live in our home until his last days as he will never be rehabilitated enough to live in the ordinary home. He is happy here with us and here he shall remain. Tomorrow you will meet Diva the shihtzu.
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