Prequel

It was hard at the very beginning. Having to leave my biological mother and my siblings behind. Sleeping alone left me cold and in search of comfort.

I did however soon realise that I would no longer have to compete for the attention and affection that a growing dog, like myself, craves so dearly.

Not that there was much of a battle before; being the biggest of the litter did give me certain privileges. More space in the bed for instance and more food at meal times. When the new humans came to collect me I was happily sleeping but was quickly and cruelly I might add, disturbed from my slumber. I had met 'Mommy' and 'Daddy' before so going with them wasn't an issue. This is also when I picked up on their vocal issues.

 'Nana' had come along to meet me as well. It was rather nice making a new acquaintance. 

My biological mother seemed rather distressed by my departure though.

Surprisingly my new family seemed to sympathise with her plight and offered her reassurance. They too seemed disheartened to see her in such a state of sadness.

Reluctantly both our parties exchanged pleasantries then we left.

This is where I first met the car.

'Mommy' had control of the machine and 'Nana' was in the front of the beast also.

I sat in the back, in a box, next to 'Daddy'.

Now you must understand that this experience was rather daunting and although I did not weep, I am not ashamed to say that I did whimper a little. 'Daddy' did well to calm my nerves though, stroking my belly and chin.

After this I became rather excited. The prospect of new adventures loomed. To see and experience so many new things. Excited is most certainly how I felt. 

And this is why I readily urinated all over the lovely, plush, brand new blanket that 'Mommy' had purchased especially for me. Not my finest hour but at 7 weeks old it is to be expected.

Myself at 7 weeks

The next few nights I slept in the same room as 'Mommy'. She would get up and let me out of the box everytime I whined or shouted. For this I am grateful for my bladder isn't strong enough to last the night. I woke up each morning refreshed and ready for the exciting day that lay before me. 

'Mommy' however crawled out her bed. Her hair like prehistorically styled and big black circles under her eyes. I assumed that her bed must not have been as comfortable as mine and therefore her sleep is less enjoyable. A shame really. Especially as it took her so long to serve me my breakfast.

I must admit that I did find it amusing to watch the humans follow me on my exploration with wipes and scented bags just in case I urinated or passed a stool.
Humans have no shame.

Tyrion