Charlie Bear here.
You are not a loser until you quit.
Something happened to me when I was a year old. I was abandoned and found roaming the streets in Los Angeles, matted with dirty feces on my back end, a snarly attitude of “hey, don’t touch me,” and I snapped at any dog or human who tried to take away food I was lucky enough to get my paws on.
All of those issues could have sent me into a tizzy. Actually, they did for quite a while. But I didn’t give up on myself. And my foster mommy didn’t give up on me either. She worked with me, trained me, and loved me.
Gradually I came out of my funk and let people touch me (I love Dad’s even, soothing strokes); and I don’t growl at people around my food. Mom can even set a bowl in front of me, say “wait,” then lift it back up and put it back down. I have to admit I still don’t like anyone touching my rear end. Those memories of matted, dried stuff that hurt and pulled at my fur have never really left me. I spin and chase my tail periodically, but basically, I’m all right.
I’m not a loser. I’m a winner.
Why? Cause I never quit.
I never quit trying to better myself. Trying to be a good dog. Loving up my new Peeps.
What have you stuck to that makes you a winner because you didn’t quit?
Woofs to you,
Charlie Bear (the rescue dog…)