Dogs Stopped Approaching Me So It Was Time for a Change

I love dogs. Like, you can’t even imagine how much I love them. I go crazy when I see any kind of doggo… Yes, I even call them doggos, or woofers — silly me when I see them…

I used to call them, and they all came to me. Stray dogs, or dogs with their pet humans…They were listening to me.

I know it has to do about my smell. I was smelling happiness and bravery. A strong vibe that every doggo wanted to smell. I was at my best.

But recently… something changed. I didn't realize it until I noticed a pattern.

Not a single doggo was coming at me. I was invisible to them… My smell was making those little four-leg beauties indifferent to me.

I sat down and wondered.

What changed?

What got me down so bad that no one is noticing me anymore?

And it’s not like I give a damn about anyone’s opinion. No sir, no. I never gave any of my precious attention to what others said about me. Not even when I’m writing. It’s me and my thoughts. It’s what makes me, ME.

But when it comes to doggos, I do care. I want them to love me because they see me in my truest form. Dogs are too precious to hide anything from you. If they are indifferent, they walk away.

And I was a walking ghost for them. In fact, I need to shift my course 180 degrees to stop being invisible anymore.

It’s Time To Be Honest To Myself

Lying that everything is great in my life.

That’s how I cope with the problems I face. It’s not the way to go. The lack of happiness led me here. To fix my life…I need to fix myself first.

Dogs felt the toxicity I kept inside me. They don't like toxic humans.

I sat down and wrote from my heart. Filled many pages of toxicity that exist in my life. Emphasized the problems. The problem was my mother. I found a way to accept the way she is and be patient. Like I used when I was younger.

My environment made me toxic. But I can’t change my environment so I focused on myself. I’m not perfect. But I’m better than blaming others for my problems.

It’s Time for a Change in My Self-esteem

The idea that I was an introvert, but seen by others as an extrovert was fun. Years ago, people treated me like their boss. I was presenting a strong vibe of security and power.

Dogs loved that. They bow to no one but they bowed to me.

What the hell went wrong?

I closed myself in my dome of uncertainty. Stayed there for so long that I lost all my strength.

I changed. Bit by bit.

I changed my inner self by writing.

I changed my outer self by working out.

My power is increasing exponentially right now. And I feel like there’s no limit.

It’s About Time My Self Changes for Dogs

Okay. The moment of truth arrived.

It’s time to check if my changes have any effect on dogs. The real judges.

Walking in the park, Many stray dogs around. I do the usual call — no you can’t imagine it, but it works.

It worked!

I’m happy again. And dogs are happy as well when they approach me. They make me even happier for having them around. Finally, I feel like my old self.

I’m still broken, but not beyond repair. I may be shattered into hundred pieces, but I find them little by little.

I found another lost piece of Myself.