The Early Days

Image credit; Dex Ezekiel @ Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, the image shows a man carrying a puppy in a carrier bag across his shoulders. The puppy looks pensive.

It’s a scary world, but I know no-one will hurt me and my new Dad will look after me.  I’m assured this mode of transport is only temporary. I hope so because my real Daddy was a big guy and I couldn’t see him being carried around like this!
I miss my brothers and sisters though and didn’t like it when the man in the white coat stabbed me with a needle. I squeaked as it stung, but then he gave me a treat for being a good boy, so I’ll reserve judgement as to whether I like him or not.

Speaking of squeaks, wherever we go, women squeak how cute I am and come up for fuss. I don’t mind, but some of them smell horrible and I’ve learned that is down to ‘smoking’. Hm, I couldn’t see any smoke coming through their clothes. Most of them smell sweet like flowers or candy. I can do without the puckering and kisses though. It’s too much, but the tickles behind the ears, oh yeah, I love that!
Dad says I’ll be able to walk on my own soon. I’m too young at the moment and have to have another set of jabs before I can go and say hello to other dogs. For now, he says he’s going to introduce me to my new surroundings and keep me safe.
It’s noisy in some places, quiet in others and there are so many things I don’t understand. I have a lot to learn, but I have to teach Dad too……….. how do I tell him I need to pee?

Written for Sadje’s What Do You See photoprompt

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