WHEN I FIRST ARRIVED IN FREMONT
| When I first arrived at the Datz household
in Fremont (during January, 2001), I was only nine weeks old -- very, very
small -- and just a little bit afraid of all these new human companions.
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Though they seemed friendly enough, sometimes I decided it was best to just hide under a table. |
| And I often became confused about the intentions of these tall human creatures surrounding me. They seemed to like me, but they didn't look like me.
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But I knew I was really a big dog, and
could just scare them away, whenever I thought it was necessary.
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| Or I could just ignore them, and find a place where I could play with one of my new toys. |
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And when I got tired of that, I could
always go outside and put a leaf in my mouth.
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