Diary of a Rescue Dog - Big Baby (Part Three)

I am currently twelve weeks old
and this world is ever-changing.
Every day there is something different,
something new to understand.

My family are changing too,
they seem to multiply,
coming in so many different shapes and sizes.
They all smell different, sound different,
and treat me different too.

At first I liked the cuddles
and being in their arms,
but now I feel so suffocated,
sometimes I can hardly breathe,
and my fragile bones are becoming sore
from being passed around like a toy.

I want to explore my surroundings
so I can learn from the nature around me,
but I find myself in human arms
more than I am on the ground.

The rules are changing vastly,
my developing brain can't seem to keep up.
I am no longer allowed to sleep with my pack,
since I made all their bed sheets wet.

Now I am sleeping alone in my crate,
but I don't understand what I did so wrong...

I am only twelve weeks old,
and I am already struggling in a world
that is becoming so hard to understand.

Saffie
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12/5/15