Stevie here, back to tell you how the last week has gone. Not too much has changed, but some. I have finally found out that my foster mom Phyllis is ok. She is very patient with me and is still on her hands and knees but sometimes it is to try to get me to come to her. I am actually starting to like her because she doesn't try to make me do anything that scares me. On days 3, 4, 5 and today my big lessons are to let Phyllis pick me up without screaming. She thought I was growling at her but now she knows I am shrieking with fear. I do like her to pick me and this morning when we woke up I jumped up and asked her to. This afternoon I sat on the couch next to her for a few minutes. This seemed to make her happy so I rolled over and let her scratch my belly! She loved it probably more than I did but I try to do my part too. Every time I think, ok she isn't going to ask me to do anything else, something new comes along. While I was on my back letting her scratch me she took a scissors to try to take some of the mats off of me. Wrong move. I shrieked and ran away. I will forgive her and go back to her soon but I didn't like it at all.
And another thing. This morning while we were on the patio she put something on my collar that she said was a leash. I froze. At least I didn't throw myself around like a bucking bronco but for the ten minutes she left that thing on my collar I stayed as still as a statue. I suppose she will do it again tomorrow. It's not easy being me!!! More of my story another time. I need a nap now. thanks for reading and you can see me at Unitedyorkierescue.org if you want to take a look.
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