Speaking of being loved -- ugh, you guys, I am so embarrassed -- but I know that I am so loved, because I was sleeping on foster mom's bed and was dreaming of playing and frolicking, that I frolicked myself right off the bed! Seriously, who falls off the bed??
Me, that’s who! Caught me and foster mom by surprise. She woke with a start and was very concerned for me, but I showed her I was ok (secretly dying of embarrassment inside) by shaking it off and jumping back on the bed to sleep.
Ok, now the best part of this month so far. Last night foster mom hosted an event, something to do with painting, at a dog training facility. It was so cool because my foster family brought Stacey and me along. Remember, I need a confident dog to help show me it's ok. I was nervous at first, as it was not my home comfort zone.
I was panting and very leary of the people on the opposite side of the fence. But ya know what, after awhile when more people and dogs showed up, I did ok. I saw that if people moved slowly around me, allowed me to run between them and maybe sit still by them on my own terms, it was kind of nice to be petted.
I moved around a lot and enjoyed hanging out by the other dogs, but I am so proud of myself. I am a big brave girl, as my foster family calls me. Last night I truly lived up to that name.