I am new to all of this, so I will start at the beginning. I know it is cliche, but I was a Christmas puppy. My mom disappeared when I was very young and then he was there - he was much taller, but not as furry. A human. My human. He brought me home, put me on the kitchen floor and opened my box. I immediately ran out, started sliding on the floor and hit my head on the fridge. I turned around, saw my box - hopefully for the last time - and then, in the room past the box, it seemed, I had a tree - my own tree. I ran to it, it was green with shiny strings and popcorn and red balls and little stars dancing. As I grabbed hold of the tree, it started to shake and then it was explained to me that it was not a tree for me to play with. I didn't really listen.I was already focusing on the leather things that my human had on his paws and that were so nice to chew on. That was just my first adventure with the human race. I will keep you posted
