Agatha’s Adventures

Agatha has had a very busy week, and she is pretty sure she has figured out something important about herself. There were surprises at home, new discoveries outside, and a return to puppy school that left her feeling especially proud. But one part of the week was harder to understand.

Agatha is 15 weeks old in this adventure. She is learning how to tell her people what she needs, discovering that machines can fly, and finding out that some new friends are really good at chase. I am a puppy, and I know many things now. I know where my food lives, where my Kong

Agatha thinks everything that falls on the floor belongs to her—until a cayenne pepper sets her mouth on fire, a hot kettle surprises her nose, and people medicine nearly becomes a snack. Puppy school’s “Leave It” lesson suddenly makes sense as she learns that not everything interesting is safe.

At thirteen weeks old, Agatha begins Puppy School and discovers that Focus is much harder than Sit or Come Touch. While practicing at home, she starts noticing Charlie’s fading eyesight and wonders whether her strange urge to herd him might someday help keep her old friend safe from nearby obstacles.

Agatha is twelve weeks old and visiting another dog’s home for the first time. Charlie gives her far too many rules, Misty seems enormous, and nervous accidents follow. Agatha tries very hard to represent the family—but being a good guest is much harder than it sounds to a puppy.

Agatha discovers that some of the most exciting things in the world can’t even be seen. Sprinklers, blowers, and truck rides all introduce her to mysterious “invisible stuff” that splashes, pushes, and carries wonderful smells—proving that growing up is one big adventure.

Agatha is learning the house rules, but remembering them is another matter. Chewing forbidden things, potty emergencies, and bothering Charlie keep getting in the way. She is trying very hard to be good—but she is still a puppy, and rules are hard.

A big adventure for a 9-week old puppy. I am still a puppy.I am bigger now.Not very big.Just more puppy. Every morning we go walking.The people call it a walk.I call it smelling.There are so many smells. Sometimes we walk a long, long way.My legs get tired.My nose does not. Charlie does not come.Charlie stays

Agatha is making friends at 8-weeks old. I am a puppy.I still live here.Maybe this is home. The people still say,“Agatha.”They smile when they say it.Maybe Agatha is me. I know some things now.The loud white machine moves.The little bed is soft.The chewy Kong makes my gums feel better. People like when I potty outside.People

At just 7-weeks old, Agatha is adopted and taken to her new home. I am a puppy.I am little.I am very little. I live with Mama.I live with my sisters.I used to have more brothers and sisters, but they went away with people. Today, new people came.They have hands.Hands pick me up.Hands rub my ears.