My mommy is.....

I have been having a hard time lately. I don't get it. I can't seem to listen when called or come into the house without being frightened. I feel like I am a hopeless case. I think this morning, my mommy was frustrated with me. She never yells, she is very quiet and I think that is what scares me. I am use to having someone yell at me. She says that I am a good girl. But why do I run away from her?

Fred, is good for me. When mommy calls me into the house and I don't come. Fred comes out and he shows me what mommy wants. I haven't got that part yet. I am still learning. It's hard for me. I am having a hard time understanding what is required of me. All I know is that I have a bunch of people who talk to me and feed me and give me a good place to sleep each night. And, I have a friend named Fred.

No more depressing issues. Guess what? Mommy brought me a new bed to replace the one that I ripped up. Yes, I was bad. She didn't get mad at me. I just had to sleep without a pillow for a few days. Let me tell you, those were the longest nights ever. So last night, I got into my crate and had this wonderful soft bed. I was so happy I licked myself to sleep.

Mommy, told me last night that this weekend we would be working on lease training sessions. I won't like that. But, if that means that I can go out with Fred then I will try. (we all know that it will be a struggle)

Regardless of my fears, my mommy is..
Good to me.
Nikki