We are sitting here on the couch, my pup and me. I invited her up when the rain came down and she is resting against me so long as I pet her. "Isn't it nicer to have a home like this than to live on the street," I ask her, but she's still weighing pros and cons.
How long until this dog decides to choose me? Will she ever? Was the rift caused by other(s) abandoning her too deep to ever heal?
I like to take off her collar because that's where she sheds the most so I want to brush her neck, and she looks better without it and it lets her neck rolls be less bunched up. But she hates having it removed, she gets really nervous and today it looked like she was trying to put it back on herself. HOw on earth does she make sense of any of that? She can't possibly understand her name tags on it or any of that.
She left me to sit on the chaise near the window, to look out. Not convinced she's where she wants to be.
How long until this dog decides to choose me? Will she ever? Was the rift caused by other(s) abandoning her too deep to ever heal?
I like to take off her collar because that's where she sheds the most so I want to brush her neck, and she looks better without it and it lets her neck rolls be less bunched up. But she hates having it removed, she gets really nervous and today it looked like she was trying to put it back on herself. HOw on earth does she make sense of any of that? She can't possibly understand her name tags on it or any of that.
She left me to sit on the chaise near the window, to look out. Not convinced she's where she wants to be.
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