I have waited so long to blog about Kyle - this will be a novella.  The world has not been kind to Kyle; so everything is pretty scary to him right now.  But one will never find a better natured dog; so desperately wanting to love and be loved.  Kyle walks around with a leash attached to him - it makes it better to reach down and pick up the leash than to try and grab him, as he is backing away from you.  Once you pick up the leash, there is no resistance and he will follow you anywhere.  My testament to his good nature is the day he arrived here, the leash that came with him, fell off.  I had to put one back on.  Every time you approached him he would back up, running away from you.  I finally eased him into a corner.  I had been told he was less frightened if you bent down; so I am on my hands and knees in front of him.  This dog was in a strange house, with strange dogs, and this strange lady crawling towards him.  I am an old, strange lady, had dogs my whole life, knew this was not a good idea to be face to face with a terrified, trembling, lip licking animal.
I slowly reached out my hand, touched him on the shoulder, then his collar, and snapped the leash on.  He never growled, he offered no fight, and better yet - he never offered to snap at me.  From that moment on, I knew Kyle would be fine.
I had been sorting laundry when the call came to pick up Kyle, so there was still a pile lying on the bathroom floor.  That is where Kyle decided his safe spot would be and he made a little nest.  By the next day, Kyle decided that he couldn't see much from the corner, so he moved all the laundry to the doorway, where he could still feel safe but see what was going on around him.  Fortunately I live alone, so not being able to close the bathroom door was no big deal.  And there he stayed for the next couple days.  He finally decided everyone else sounded like they were having too much fun in the living room, so he moved out to join us.  Every once in a while, when I was sitting on the couch, he would slowly approach me, I would put out my hand, and he would give me a couple licks, then walk away.
Kyle has never once had an accident in the house, which amazes me.  The first week or so, I would walk him out to the fenced yard and he would take care of business.  After that he realized the other dogs went in and out as they wanted, so he quickly joined in. (one of my doors opens directly into the fenced yard).
Kyle now wiggles and giggles when I come home, doesn't run from me, comes when I call him, and loves his rawhide bones to chew on.  Kyle isn't completely healed, but has made impressive progress.  Now all he needs is that special person, with patience and a heart as big as his, to take him home and continue to show him the world can be a wonderful place.