OK, so I don’t usually get political. I’m an easy-going puppy who believes in happiness and acceptance for all (just mostly me). I’m a Pittsburgh-er and I love this little city. In the past 5 months that I’ve been here – while sometimes big and too scary for my delicate puppy sensibilities – I’ve come to really appreciate what is here. The dogs, the parks, the history, and the people. And as a citizen of this fine city my mum and I have one thing to say: CLIMATE CHANGE IS REAL AND YOU DON’T SPEAK FOR US OR HAVE OUR BEST INTERESTS AT HEART, MR. TRUMP.
There, I feel better now. Back to exploring.
Every day I get a little more comfortable, and learn a little bit more about the world. My nasal passages open to take it all in and try to figure out what the hell it all is.
Mum and I work together to make sure that I’m set up for success – a little bit of scariness, a whole lot of treats – every day on our walkies. And so far, according to mum, I’m doing pretty darned well. She’s constantly telling me how far I’ve come and how much I’ve learned and I give her the look that says, “Don’t push it” and I get another biscuit. GOOD TIMES.
See that person in the background? A few months ago I would not have been able to walk this close to him. That was scary stuff. Then I progressed into the I-need-to-jump-on-him phase (I still do this, but not as much as I used to). Now I am aware of him but I can still walk, sniff, and accept biscuits. THIS IS PROGRESS.
Another biscuit, mum?