Who Da Goodest Girl?
Who da goodest girl? Me! I am! Ava the Pocket Pittie!
I used to live at Da 106 with mama, Auntie Kelly, and my cousin Luke the Bageldor. Mama boughted me a new house before the turkey time and since we’ve lived dere, I have been a v good girl.
When mama adopted me, I had dis thing called “separation anxiety” and I got real scared when dere were no hoomans around. My hoomans make me feel safe (hope yours do too!) and so it was scary when they left me even though I had my cousin for company. My anxiety would make me do v bad dog things like pee pee on da floor, tear up da the stuffs that was around, and even chew on da walls.
I knew I was doing bad dog, but I would get so scared, and I couldn’t help it. When mama would come home, she would hug me and remind me I am wuvved. Sometimes she would do da cries because she was sad that I was so upset without her, but she didn’t do da yells because she says she has anxiety too and knows what it feels like.
At my new house, I still get a little scared when mama is gone long times, but I am learning to do good dog when she’s gone now. I used to have my own room at da old house. You would think a doggo would love to have a room, but I didn’t like it. I couldn’t see da street and didn’t know if dere were any scaries I had to bark away. Now I get to watch the ‘hood all day (well, between nappies) and make sure dere are no scaries.
Last week I heard mama tell Auntie Kelly she was going to do an Ava spare mint. (Note from mama: experiment). I thought if she did a spare mint, I was going to get some hooman snackies but dat’s not what she meaned. Mama had done da workies (not the home kind where I still get pets…I like those better) and then she came home and did the home-petting-workies for a while. I used to get extra scared if mama would come home from doing da workies and then go somewhere. Getting left with no hoomans twice in da same day was too much for a BQ. When mama did the spare mint day, she did a leave again and I did good girl! I didn’t even get more cheese-medicine to help me relax!
Mama was so proud of me when she got home! She gave me and Lukie t-r-e-a-t-s for being good doggos. Although, not sure why Lukie got t-r-e-a-t ‘cause mama says he always does a good dog. I guess it’s OK since I am sure my t-r-e-a-t was better even if they looked and smelled da same.
Mama said she’s going to keep doing more spare mints until I feel OK with her doing leaves all da time but dat I will still get cheese-medicine. She said I am da goodest girl which is why I named my dlog post da same thing. Next, she says we’re going to work on da vacuum, so I know it’s not a scary that needs barks. I think maybe she is pushing it. I mean, has you heard da vacuum? It totes deserves all da barks. But I guess I’ll try ‘cause I really like to be da goodest girl! Break out da t-r-e-a-t-s!!!
