How Kiwi Finally Trusted Me, One Biscuit at a Time

Kiwi came to us from a rescue shelter in Bang Phli four months ago, and for the first month he hid behind the washing machine whenever anyone walked past. He is a seven-year-old mixed breed with a brown patch on one ear and a very loud heart.

I did what the shelter staff told me: no hugs, no staring, just sitting on the floor with a book and tossing him treats near my feet. It was slow, very slow, and I almost gave up on a Sunday evening.

Then one night he jumped onto my lap without warning and fell asleep, snoring. I did not move for two hours in case he woke up.

Now he waits for me at the door when I come home from work, tail wagging like crazy. I get so excited every time he greets me that I forget how tired I am!