December 30th 2004 11:53 pm
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It's early in the morning of new year's eve. This is my second new year's eve inside with my mom and my sisters and brothers. And I look back, and I can't even recognize myself! I know I'm not quite there to be "normal" yet, but for a feral dog who most people assumed would never be normal, I think I can start presenting my case against that theory. This year, my mom can count the number of times she scrub my "objections" off the carpet. I usually get nervous and pant in situations where I would get scared, poop, hop into the bathtub, poop some more while keeping my mouth shut without letting any noise out! I made my mom cry a happy cry a couple of weeks ago by beating the back of the sofa mercilessly with my tail while getting a good body scratch. My mom can also take me to the vet on leash, not in a crate. I can sometimes not run away from mom when she pats me on my head while she's standing up. I'm getting there... Now I think I'll work on getting outside soon... if I get enough courage... Let's see how it goes...

Happy new year everybody!