
Hear no evil.

See no evil.

Speak no evil.

Have no fun!
I started puppy kindergarten last week. Now what I don't understand is why my Mommy kept telling me how much fun I would have, how it would be like, "puppy heaven," that I would make lots of new friends and learn new things. Sounds great, right? Well. Let me tell you.
First of all, we walked in late. Mommy didn't know they moved the location of the class and so we drove around for half an hour trying to find it (not that I minded, I had my head out the window while sitting on her lap the whole time. I saw my first cows. Wow.). So we walked into this big barn garage and it was full of puppies. Puppies? Wait a minute--they were all bigger than me! Aren't puppies supposed to be little like me? Oh, except for two. But it didn't matter, I was worried. My ears went back, my tail went down, I creeped as low to the ground as I could so none of these baby giant dogs would see me and attack. The trainer ladies understood my fears and let me stay outside the garage behind a little fence. *Whew* I was safe.
Except for Theo. He was scared too and was outside the room with me. Theo is a 5 month old mixed puppy who has had a rough life. He is a
rescue dog--someone's dog had a big litter of puppies and they didn't know what to do with them so they sent left them at a kennel in Florida. Theo's Mommy found out about him and had him flown to her in Pennsylvania. That doesn't sound like a fun ride for a baby dog, does it? But now he is much happier and safer, but he is scared--really scared--of other dogs. He was even afraid of me! Little me. All I wanted was to sniff his face and say hello, and his jowls went up and he growled and snapped at me, square on the nose! No bother, in a few minutes I tried again, showing him I meant no harm but he did the same thing every time. His Mommy thinks other dogs remind him of the kennel where he was left as a teeny tiny baby.
Give him some time, he'll warm up to me. I just know it.
In my second class I was not so scared. Mommy and Daddy were both with me and we got there early. I got to sniff a few other dogs before class started... my favorite was a baby giant Basset Hound. He kind of looked like a Beagle, only different. Long ears, long nose, long eyes, long wide body and short little legs! I couldn't believe we're the same age. He was so wide. Am I small for my age? I wonder.
When that class was over I got to sniff a few more baby giant dogs and then we went home. Maybe next time Theo will be ready to play with me.
I think I want to help other rescue dogs. It's not fair. All dogs should be loved. Shouldn't we?