I know my foster mom just posted about my big bath, but she forgot to say something about me that I think is really important, and that I’m proud of.
This evening, just after my foster dad got home, it started to storm really bad – and then there were real loud noises that they said was called thunder… but I was brave. I didn’t cry or anything. The first time, I lifted my head, but my foster dad said it was ‘ok’ and ‘not to worry’, so I didn’t. None of the other noise bothered me.
P.S. I smell real good now after that bath, but I’m in no hurry to have another.