Cute cuddly coward

Today I dropped a plastic bottle on the carpet. Our canine gave it a wide berth, keeping a wary eye on it. A week ago, on a trip outside, she stopped in her tracks and started barking at a yellow caution tape wrapped around several stakes. She would not get too close too soon.

She sounds squeaky fierce when she catches sight of another dog. I have taken her out to play with some of the dogs. Bold while approaching the other dog, if Coco believes she can’t get away from the dog, she lays on the ground looking like she will get violently ill.

I was unprepared when we brought Coco home, what effect she would have on me. I am very protective of her, and don’t push her as far as she should be pushed. It is always a pleasure when she crawls into your lap to nap. So much can be overlooked when we love.

Coco is a reminder to me that at times I talk tough, and yet I can find myself paralyzed by the fear of moving into unknown territory. I am grateful for God and my family, who even though they see weaknesses in me, still enjoy my presence.