Back at the old puppy farm some of the other kids told me that they had heard some pretty bad things about people. Like, for example, that some people take you for a while then decide they don’t want you and give you back, or send you to another place altogether. So I’ve spent a lot of time since I got here wondering if this was it, or if it was only a temporary stop on the way somewhere else.
At the same time, I’ve heard the guys talking about something they call a ‘probation period’ – something to do with good behaviour – and a ‘learning curve’, although I don’t think they should worry because their behaviour seems just fine to me.
I’ve been here, what, six weeks? That’s a long time to wonder, but then something happened yesterday that tells me I don’t need to be so concerned any more.
They came home in the evening with a great big bag of kibble for me. A great big, 16kg bag of my favourite grub.
This is a BIG deal for me, and it’s a clue that maybe they’re getting used to me and I may actually have a place here. I’ve always had doubts – which is why I’ve been trying so hard to learn the poop and peep things – but now it seems I was worried over nothing.
I’m going to keep working at it, but right now things are looking pretty good.