I’m not rude. I’m cautious. There’s a difference. Everybody else comes barreling through life like they’ve never had a bad day. Me? I like to think things through first. I watch. I study people. I make sure you’re safe before I hand over my tiny little boxer-pittie heart. But once you’re in? Oh, I’m IN. Then I’m following you around. Sitting by your feet. Sneaking little kisses when nobody’s looking. Acting like I never doubted you for a second. I’m 3 months old and part of Maggie’s miracle crew. Our mom was rescued pregnant and exhausted, carrying nine puppies and hoping somebody would help her. Lucky for us, somebody did. Now I’m learning how to be a puppy instead of a survival story. I really love the big dogs in my foster home. I think they’re fascinating. I trail after them like a tiny intern trying to learn the ropes. I’m friendly with everybody once I settle in, but I’m not the cannonball puppy of the group. I’ve got a softer, thoughtful side. Good with kids. Good with dogs. Sweet once you earn me. I’m Strawberry. A little guarded. A little sensitive. A really good girl.