I’ve found my happy place, and it’s pretty expansive. A place to run and play with my furry foster siblings, and miles to cover during walks. I guess you could describe my happy place as the great outdoors! My siblings and I race up and down the fence line as part of our play with the dogs next door. Foster mom thinks I have a goofy-sweet way of running. Guess I do kind of throw my front paws out—I’m so excited! And for a dog who has never taken walks before, I actually love the leash! Maybe it’s because I know it means a walk and the opportunity to go outside. I don’t even pull!
I learned about going outside for fun and “business opportunities” from my furry brother and sister. I watched them go out and decided to follow behind. Most of the time I go out when they go out. When it comes to going out on my own, I sometimes begin pacing the floor. Mom will open the door for me, and most of the time I want her to come along for reassurance.
During the first three years of my life, I didn’t live in a home with a family, that’s why I find lots of things in this world amazing, and some kind of scary. I’ve been with my foster family many weeks now, and have gone from hiding and not eating, to joining everyone as they gather in the living room and taking treats from mom’s hands. Having a kind foster mom and dog friends comforts me quite a bit, but I’m also given some medicine to help calm me as I go through this transition. I happen to know they’ve decreased the amount a bit already. How do I know? Well, I’m very observant. And even though I don’t understand all the words, I understand the tone. For example, here are some of the words I’ve heard, “Georgia is becoming quite a bit more social and is really coming out of her shell.” Also, “There’s not an aggressive bone in Georgia’s body!”
Mom seemed so happy when she came downstairs one morning, and I greeted her with a wagging tail. We three goldens sleep in our own beds in the kitchen at night. It feels so comfortable and safe in there with them.
Despite feeling a bit more comfortable with foster mom and dad, I’m still pretty wary of humans. I observe my foster parents as they pet my foster brother and sister. I’m curious about that activity, but I’m not yet ready to seek out that type of connection. I don’t mind if foster mom brushes me though!
I heard the vet say, “Georgia is a very sweet, but timid girl.” Foster mom said my
“. . personality is just starting to come out.” My question is, “Where was it?” She added, “Someone will be lucky with her.” Well, I will feel lucky when my forever family finds me!