Honeyberry

You know those quiet kids in school who sat in the back and secretly had the sweetest hearts?<br/><br/>That's me.<br/><br/>I'm Honeyberry. Tiny boxer-pittie mix. Professional observer of human nonsense.<br/><br/>I take longer to warm up than my siblings. New people make me nervous at first. Loud things? Weird things? Fast hands? Yeah, I'd rather not.<br/><br/>But if you give me patience instead of pressure, something really nice happens.<br/><br/>I start to trust you.<br/><br/>Then suddenly, I'm leaning into your hand for pets. Following you from room to room. Looking at you like maybe the world isn't such a scary place after all.<br/><br/>My mom Maggie, got lucky. Somebody saved her before she had all nine of us puppies out in the world alone. So now I'm learning what safety feels like instead of struggling to survive.<br/><br/>I'm good with dogs. Good with kids. I just need people who understand that softer souls sometimes bloom more slowly.<br/><br/>And honestly?<br/>Those are usually the best dogs.

You know those quiet kids in school who sat in the back and secretly had the sweetest hearts?

That's me.

I'm Honeyberry. Tiny boxer-pittie mix. Professional observer of human nonsense.

I take longer to warm up than my siblings. New people make me nervous at first. Loud things? Weird things? Fast hands? Yeah, I'd rather not.

But if you give me patience instead of pressure, something really nice happens.

I start to trust you.

Then suddenly, I'm leaning into your hand for pets. Following you from room to room. Looking at you like maybe the world isn't such a scary place after all.

My mom Maggie, got lucky. Somebody saved her before she had all nine of us puppies out in the world alone. So now I'm learning what safety feels like instead of struggling to survive.

I'm good with dogs. Good with kids. I just need people who understand that softer souls sometimes bloom more slowly.

And honestly?
Those are usually the best dogs.

You know those quiet kids in school who sat in the back and secretly had the sweetest hearts?

That's me.

I'm Honeyberry. Tiny boxer-pittie mix. Professional observer of human nonsense.

I take longer to warm up than my siblings. New people make me nervous at first. Loud things? Weird things? Fast hands? Yeah, I'd rather not.

But if you give me patience instead of pressure, something really nice happens.

I start to trust you.

Then suddenly, I'm leaning into your hand for pets. Following you from room to room. Looking at you like maybe the world isn't such a scary place after all.

My mom Maggie, got lucky. Somebody saved her before she had all nine of us puppies out in the world alone. So now I'm learning what safety feels like instead of struggling to survive.

I'm good with dogs. Good with kids. I just need people who understand that softer souls sometimes bloom more slowly.

And honestly?
Those are usually the best dogs.