Zoomies, Crimes & Zero Regrets

Let me clear this actually…

I was not “naughty.” I was just expressive.

The zoomies? Necessary.
Peeing everywhere? An obvious disagreement for pee pads.
The socks and shoes? Clearly humans leave them and they need rescue.

As other scorpios, I always knew what I wanted…

Pee pads were an insult. I refused them completely. Preferred Surprise. Character-building moments for my humans.

I also discovered early on that if I stole a sock, bit it just enough to leave evidence, and then looked up with my innocent puppy eyes — wide, soft, angelic — I would not only avoid punishment, but receive kisses.

(For the record, this is why everyone adored me. I was cute and clever. Deadly combination.)

My favorite sport, however, was tug of war.

I would grab one end of the rope, clamp it firmly in my mouth, plant my tiny paws, and pull with everything I had. I growled like a lion and refused to let go.

This was not play. This was a statement.

Now, let’s talk about my people.

Ria was in college, which meant she was gone a lot — very inconvenient — but when she came home? That was my time. I stuck to her like glue. Following her from room to room. I supervised every snack situation closely, just in case she needed help.

Aaryan understood me differently. He played rough. He challenged me. He wrestled with me like I was much bigger than I actually was — and I loved him for it. With him, I could be fearless. Loud. Wild. Completely myself.

And then there was Dad.

Walks. Tug of war. Chill time.
He was my kind of human, and I liked that.
I walked proudly beside him, head high, like the very important dog I was.

My first month was already getting adventurous when something big happened.

You had to travel.

I stayed behind with Celia, who I immediately decided was my second mom. I was tiny, but nope not worried at all.

Celia’s family adored me. Honestly, I didn’t even have to try. They laughed at my zoomies, let me run the house like I belonged there, and treated me like I was someone special.

There was also a big dog. Very big. His name was Buddy and naturally I challenged him!

I played, kissed, and instigated him to react. Jumped around not knowing how small I was. And somehow — miraculously — Buddy loved me. He protected me. He let me be bossy.

Buddy became my first friend.

And in that phase i found out knew something important:

I was loved….wanted and wherever I went-I belonged