We already had two other dogs (Puggles), we were definitely not looking to get a third. That wasn't the plan. Plans change though, there was a dog out there that needed us as much as we needed him. I heard about this 7 year old Puggle named "Baxter" that was in a kill shelter about 250 miles from where we live in Plantation, Fl, from a FB rescue page. His owners didn't want him, and he'd been in the shelter for almost a month. Something stood out. Not just because our other male dogs name was Baxter, but something in this sweet boys eyes, his big brown eyes. I told my husband, we have to get this dog. He was on board and drove the entire 4 1/2 hour trip there and back in one very long day. From the moment I laid eyes on him, I knew it was meant to be. He got along pretty instantly with my other two dogs, a 7 year old and almost 9 year old Puggle. He didn't respond to the name Baxter, so we decided to call him George, and then my 5 year old son quickly renamed him "Kylo", and it stuck. What we didn't know about Kylo was how severely mistreated, abused and beaten he had been at his prior home. It took him a whole week until we finally heard the most beautiful Beagle howl in the world. He had a limp and had bed sores from being confined all the time. He tired after walking 1/2 a block. All that changed, now he goes on regular walks with my other two, he howls happily all the time, no longer cowers in fear and he actually learned to swim. To think, this poor fellow was just going to be put down for no other reason than his previous owners were done beating on him and decided they no longer wanted him. He is an integral part of our family now!