Town is a pretty scary place and it took me three months before I could actually walk around an entire block in town without being terrified and freezing. I don’t know if you’ve been to town, but there are fireworks, cars, lawn mowers, trucks, people … so many things to be scared of. I was lucky and got to go to my Mum’s work and hang out in the garden a lot of the time. All the nurses were really nice too and I got lots of cuddles. They even taught me what toys were. I’d never seen a ball. It took me about 6 months to learn to catch. I kept trying though because I’d seen other dogs doing it at the park and it looked really cool. Now I’m pretty darn good at it, well I catch maybe 6 out of 10 throws. I should probably practice more …
Settling into my new family went pretty smooth except for Sammy. Sammy is the cat. I’m pretty embarrassed about it now, but I thought he was food. I just got mistaken. It took me a while to change my behaviour. Instinct would just take over and he was so plump and fluffy. I’ve said sorry about a million times, but now he is always angry at me. I think he holds a grudge. I’ve heard people say elephants have a long memory. Maybe he is part elephant and that is why he is fat too. I know I’m bigger than him, but I’m a bit scared of him now. Sometimes when he gets hangry, he takes it out on me. Mum tells him off, but he still does it occasionally. I can’t walk past him anymore so mum has to stand between us so I can get out the door. He doesn’t actually do anything to me, but he looks at me in a really scary cat way. I think Sammy sits in the doorways and by the car door on purpose just so I can’t go past. Mum says it’s a pity as we could have been good friends.