I recently celebrated my 6th Gotcha Day (Nov 13). The week leading up to it was ruff. I bit my mum several times. I’m handsome, sure, but I struggle and my mum struggles and sometimes she gets hurt. I am not an easy dog. She says her heart hurts more than the bites do. We are trying some new things. She is weaning me off of Trazadone and we will try high dose cbd instead. I’m not sure what our future together holds. I am fortunate that she keeps trying. I am an anxious mess of a dog who trusts few, but I struggle to trust the one person I really should. With anyone else, I might have slipped through the cracks and left this world years ago. After the hard times come the most special times though. She holds me tight when I am upset and shaking, she cries and tells me she loves me no matter what. I am grateful for the love, I am grateful for friends, I am grateful for all the adventures I’ve had, and all the adventures I will still have. I am grateful for bunnies and other things that make me a happy hound. .
Here are some photos of me in my younger years after I was adopted, including my first bath. 😌 The harsh truth of life with me. -Earl 🐇 I think sometimes I might be the luckiest dog of all