It’s been two months since I found my family. One feeds me. One plays with me. One is a furry guy they call Jack who lets me chew on his head.
Since I got here
- I got a new collar
- I got a new name
- I had the worst day of my life
- I learned about “treats”
The worst day:
Yeah. It was bad. I went in feeling fine and I came out with this terrible pain and had to wear a cone for days and days.
More on the “treats” thing. When you do stuff that they say to do, you get “treats”! I know “sit,” “down,” “stay,” and “shake.” (I pretend not to understand. You get more “treats” that way.) This is me sitting on my food mat instead of beside my food mat.
I like Jack even though he’s a little slow. (He does the tricks the first time they tell him to.)
This is my favorite thing to do with my new family.