When my person moved into assisted living, I was so worried about leaving home that I was described as “scared to death.” Once here, despite gentle reassurances from understanding people, I trembled so hard the toys in my room were shaking, too. Today, if you look in my eyes, you’ll see I’m still worried about strangers, but I also can’t help but be interested in them. Is that one friendly? Does she have any of those tiny biscuits in her pocket? Right now, I’m more comfortable with men, but that doesn’t have to be a permanent thing. Very slowly, I’ve become acquainted with women here and turns out they can be nice, too. I’m a 4-year-old blonde Chihuahua mix male, and if you’re a patient, kind person, I’d love to feel safe again with you.