So FosterMama says I need this thing called CONFIDENCE. I’m not sure what she’s talking about, but I do have an inkling that it has to do with all of the very scary stuff that I encounter on a daily basis. When I run and hide from these scary people, places, and things, Mama usually refers to me as “Silly” and laughs it off. I try to tell her that these things are really, really going to get me and that we need to get away fast!!
Sometimes I even tell her that by barking at them, especially if they’re big scary monsters coming into my house. I tell them, “GO AWAY! Go away! Look how big and scary I am! Go away!” I try to do my best at showing them it’s not a good idea to come in here, but then they do anyway! Once they’re in and FosterMama
makes sure they’re not yielding any weapons says hi to them, then I decide they’re okay in my book. But until then it’s all a big show.
FosterMama says that I like to put on big shows for the scary monsters because I’m not confident. She says I need to learn to be comfortable in my own skin. According to her, there are a lot of ways to help me do this. Well, I’m waiting lady! Where is my strong Bravery Armor?? Then, to my dismay, she tells me I’m not going to get brave overnight. Shoot. I have to do a lot of exercises like nose work, clicker training, agility, playing with Mama – stuff like that. All of these are supposed to help my confidence.
Well, remember how I told you FosterAunt is around? FosterMama took that, plus a perfect weekend evening, as an excuse to go on a confidence building adventure. We walked and walked and ended up at this place that looked weird and different, called a “playground.” FosterMama told me that if I learned to climb all over it, I would slowly catch on that new things can be fun! I was weary at first, but pretty quickly I got the hang of it. We went up and down and up and down. I even started wagging my tail!
Did I mention that FosterUncle came too? I was comfortable enough up there to hang out with them while FosterMama did her usual click click click away behind the big black box in front of her face. I really didn’t even mind it. I think I could feel my confidence Bravery Armor showing up already! Or, at the very least, I felt my sorta-comfortable-in-new-situations Armor building up.
I certainly felt good enough to give FosterAunt & Uncle some loving.
FosterMama says that one day someone will adopt me who is willing to put in all the time and effort I need to grow into a more confident dog and come out of my shell (didn’t realize I was a turtle?). She says it is going to take a lot of love, understanding and patience, but that the perfect person is out there somewhere. After all, I have shown her in just two months what an amazing dog I can be, so I will surely win the heart of whoever takes a chance on my shy little self.
For more information on adopting Honey Bunches of Otis, go to his Adopt Me page to learn more about him and how to get in touch.