are frail, because i am a good boy.
there are loud noises and bright lights, you all seem excited and happy, but i am scared and shaking. i don’t know what’s happening, but it helps you are with me. i won’t complain i just want it to stop. don’t leave me alone, i am a good boy.
you drop food on the floor, sometimes you let me have it and sometimes you don’t. i don’t understand the difference, and even though there are items too tempting to resist, i mostly listen, because i am a good boy.
you are upset; i have energy and want to play but i lay next to you 