What are YOU afraid of?
I arrived here in Pittsburgh afraid of pretty much everything. And boy do I mean everything. I wouldn’t even let my poop fly (I had perfected the art of holding it with my tucked tail – that takes effort and ingenuity). Slowly, I am getting acclimated to my new home, the surrounding area, the kitties that I share my place with, and of course, mum. Walking down the street with me would give you an idea of all of the things that still kind of frighten me – people, sounds, cars, occasional other dogs, children, new buildings, just to name a few – but there is one thing that I am not even slightly afraid of.
Which makes absolutely no sense according to mum. I hear that many dogs don’t like thunderstorms, they even have special shirts to wear to keep the freak-outs to a minimum. But not me. It was thundering and raining and damnit I wanted to get in my evening walkie. Don’t misunderstand, I don’t LIKE thunderstorms, but they don’t scare me.
I guess I’m a little odd. But you knew that already.