Tough Girl Goes Soft

I’m a tough girl. They don’t call me ‘Buffalo’ for nothing. When the Labrador Rescue found me in Kentucky, I was living on my own, on the street. I’d obviously been through a few fights and I was on guard, all the time. I’m a survivor but I admit that I was hungry (I’d lost a lot of weight) and I’d become pregnant to boot. So I went with them to a foster home in Ontario to have my babies in a safe, caring home. Once my babies had grown enough to all find homes, my foster family and the rescue decided it was time to find my forever home. I admit that I wasn’t comfortable at first. I’m used to fending for myself. These people gave me food, everyday! I didn’t have to hunt for it! They took me outside everyday to explore my new territory and I appreciated that but, I didn’t like it when they got too close to me. My new mom wanted to snuggle with me but I wasn’t ready for snuggles back then. I’ve been here for awhile now though, and I’ve grown to love my mommy very much. I’m still pretty tough, but I have to admit that I’m getting a little spoiled these days. I really enjoy my snuggles, they make me feel loved, and I’ve grown used to having them whenever I want. As a matter of fact, I think I’ll go demand some lovin’ right now. *sigh* This is nice; I could get used to this.