I’m not “bad.”
I know sometimes it looks that way.
When I bark too fast.
When I stiffen before anyone else notices.
When I react before you can explain that everything is fine.
But my world can feel very loud.
I notice everything. The new dog at the gate. The shift in energy. The dog who stares just a little too long. I’m not trying to cause trouble. I’m trying to stay ahead of it.
Crowded places are hard for me. Not because I hate other dogs. Sometimes I even want to say hello.
I just don’t want surprises.
When you take me somewhere quiet, where I can sniff first and settle in, I feel different. My body softens. I can think. I can listen to you. I can be the dog you know I am at home.
I don’t need isolation.
I need space.
I need moments where I’m not scanning the horizon for what might happen next.
And when you give me that - whether it’s an empty field, a reserved yard, or just careful introductions - I trust you more.
I know you’re trying to help me.
I promise I’m trying too.









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