When I first met Kaji was when I picked him up at the airport. He had gone through a 5 hour flight with 2 layovers to get to me. I went in and nervously signed the release forms. (signed in the wrong place too.
) I quickly took him outside and put the crate on a bench. He was curled up in the back of the crate as tiny as he could possibly make himself. I honestly thought this must be the wrong dog! I thought I was getting a one year old (that day was his bday) 6 lb yorkie. The furbutt in the corner looked way too teeny!!! He wanted nothing to do with me. I pulled pieces of chicken I had brought with me out of my purse and spent a good 30 mins tossing chicken pieces into the crate. He eventually relaxed enough to let me pull him out. He still didn't want anything to do with me! I put him back in, gently placed him in the car and drove home. I don't think I've ever driven so slowly in my life! I didn't want to scare him. I got him home, let him walk around, gave him a bath and finally he started to relax.
By the end of the night, he couldn't stand not being by my side. That's when I knew I had found my true love.
