It’s been two weeks at my new house now. They feel like my friends now…no, more like family.
Mama takes kids out a lot of evenings. They say they’re going to dance. I don’t quite get that, because they dance all over the house and they don’t have to leave me then! But they seem to think it’s necessary and fun.
Whenever they leave, I miss them. I sit at the front door. I cry a little and keep watch for their return. Sometimes I’ll go do something else for a few minutes, but I always check in to see if they’re back yet.
BFF spends most of his day in the room they won’t let me visit. I understand why Shadrach called it the “no room.” I wish they’d let me in. My idea of perfection would be to sleep on that big bed with them. They’d have to pick me up, though. It usually takes two tries to get up on the couch, and that’s not nearly as high!
Princess, Sunshine and Boy all think I’m amazing. They like to pick me up. They’re getting better at holding me so I don’t feel like I’m about to fall, so I like the snuggles.
They won’t let me lick their faces, though. How am I supposed to tell them I adore them if the whole family puts me down when I try to give kisses? I’ll have to get creative.
I like it here. It’s obvious they all love me and that they are taking good care of me, even if they sometimes tell me no. I can tell already that it doesn’t mean “stop being a puppy,” so I’m spending time learning what it actually means instead!