Freya's blog

Hello, my name is Freya. *Tail wagging*

Sometimes I'm called Frey, Frey Frey, Fey, Fey Fey, Biggy, but when I get into trouble, mom calls me Freya May. *Looks down*

Anyway, *head back up* I want to tell you about the day I met my family. It was a very good, but confusing day for this pup.

I met my family about 5 months ago, when I was only 9 months old. I had been living in a building with a bunch of other dogs. I've been told this was a shelter for lost and unwanted puppies. I guess I was unwanted. I had been taken to the shelter by the people whose backyard I lived in, along with my littermate. One day, some people came and took my littermate away. I was really sad, because I was alone in my kennel. But later that day a really nice lady came in my kennel to meet me. I didn't know her, but she seemed nice. She talked to me, and petted me. She made me feel comfortable. I didn't think she would hurt me, so I let her touch my ears, feet and tail. She was talking to a man who was on the outside of the kennel. I think she was telling him about me because the next thing I knew, they were putting a collar on me and we were going for a walk. I love going on walks. I was so happy to get to go on a walk with the nice lady and man. Before I knew it, we were getting in a car. I got confused, walks didn't normally involve cars.

As we drove away from the shelter, I was wondering what was happening. These people seemed nice, so I went along with them. As we drove the people kept saying names. I finally realized that they were trying to ask me what name I liked. When they got to Freya, I let them know that I liked that one. I tilted my head and made sure I looked very interested in them. I was getting a name! I heard at the shelter that your family gives you a name. This was exciting! Are these nice people going to be MY people?

We got to what they said was their house, and I suddenly realized I wasn't alone anymore. There were more dogs here! Do they live at another shelter? Very quickly the other three dogs introduced themselves to me. I was very happy to see others of my kind. These dogs seemed really happy here. There was a little boy dog. He told me his name was Oliver, but the people normally call him Boo. The little girl dog said her name was Lola. Finally, the girl dog that was my size, told me her name was Sadie. I ran around the yard, playing with these three dogs. For a moment, I forgot about my littermate.

The people let us in their house. I followed the other dogs in. Wow! This is what a house looks like?! So many smells! *Sees the cats* OMG, What are you! I had to find out what these strange, fast creatchers were. The people start yelling, stop chasing the cats! Cats. So that is what they are. I like cats. They smell so good! But it seems the cats didn't like me. They kept making these strange sounds when I would get close to them. They would also smack me in the face. I very quickly discovered that these cat creatchers have sharp things at the ends of their hands. Crazy!

That first night I missed my littermate. I did have the company of these new friends that already lived here though. They told me that it is great to live here. That they get really well taken care of. There is kibble every morning, afternoon and night. They said the bed and couch are really soft to lay on. At that point, I didn't even know what a people bed or couch was. I had never lived in a house before, only in the shelter and outside. By the way, they were right. I love the bed and the couch. They went over the rules of the house with me. They told me there were three rules that are more important than others.
1. Don't bite the people, no matter what! They told me a story of how they had welcomed another dog into their family who had seriously bit their mom's hands, and they never saw that dog again.
2. Don't potty in the house. That is what the backyard is for. Only the cat creatchers and the people potty in the house. I thought it was really unfair that the cat creatchers get to potty inside and us dogs have to go outside. Talk about a double standard!
3. Don't bite the cats. They may not be our friends, but they are not our enemy either. Plus the mom likes them as much as she likes us.

I was happy that these dogs were so welcoming. Some of the dogs I met at the shelter were really mean. They explained to me that they had all once lived in different situations, and then came to live with these people. Either with the mom or the dad, and then met each other when the mom and dad met. They told me that a lot would be expected of me, but if I behaved myself, I would have a home for the rest of my life.

I thought my life started when I was born, but it really started when I met my family. They were right, a lot is expected of me. I have a job and everything. I love my family. I have had to learn a lot. I still like to sniff the cats, and the cats still don't like it, but mom taught me to leave them alone. There are even little people who live in my house. I love spending time with the girl. We seem to get each other.

I hope you liked the story of me meeting my family. I have so many more stories to tell you, but I will leave those for another day.

Love *tail wagging*,
Freya

P.S. You can find me on Instagram @freyamaytheservicedog