As the weeks passed, a miracle occurred—no one had tried to bite me! I had become much more at ease in my new home and consequently, more daring. Was it possible that Kirby and Sunny were warming up to having me around? Yes, well, maybe not so much. Actually, it made more sense that they were becoming more tolerant in general because I WAS A PEST. It seems as though little puppies don’t know anything about personal space boundaries. “Hey, Kirby and Sunny, here comes your worst nightmare!”
