Still Afraid...

I still have some good days and some bad days. It seems like when I have a good day, I revert back to being afraid and skittish and hiding. You know what? Mommy and Daddy still treat me the same as if everyday was good. I find myself following Fred a lot more. He is my protector. I found that out on Saturday, when Mommy and Daddy took us to the vet. They surprised me with that outing. I was actually pretty good. But there was this big pit/mix red nose dog that kept sniffing after me. He was ugly and kept whining like a chicken. I wanted to scream be a dog would you? Since he was a wimp, I had to show him that I wasn't afraid and I didn't want him trying to get to know me better. (if you know what I am saying) I started to growl and I guess Fred heard me because he sprang into action. He was so cute. He bared his teeth and snarled and told that dog to leave me alone. My hero. So now, I follow him around like an adoring fan. Can you say "RockStar".

Mommy says that I have come a long way and that it will take a long time if ever for me to really trust people. I say, I will just take one day at a time and keep doing what I can to be the perfect little pooch with the brown almond eyes.

Nikki.