I arrived at my new home a couple of weeks ago. I love to play, eat well, take huge walks with my Human, do tasks and sniff around the park that’s near our apartment where we go most often. I love safety and predictability: knowing what to expect and when to expect it. Of course, this is not always the case in this bustling city. There are always a lot of unknown people and unknown dogs on the familiar streets, and the park, which we’ve been visiting for ages now, is still somehow different every day. Sometimes I was scared of those who approached me, and I couldn’t express how intrusive I found the way they did it. I have no words to express how I feel.
I could have gotten used to the fact that my Human has a solution for everything though. She enthusiastically put a yellow mark on my harness, or rather words made of yellow letters and a yellow ribbon tied to my leash. She explained to me that the clearly visible, conspicuous caption on my side indicates to other people, other dog owners, that I need more space. We’ve been walking more calmly ever since, and I’m getting braver and more confident too. The patch is attached with a hook and loop fastener anyway; we are working together to be able to take it off my harness one day.