When you are lucky enough to be born with four short legs (instead of, say, two tall legs), you master “walking” pretty much right away.
Before you’ve even hardly exited your small round white escape pod, you are walking like a pro.
Go you!
But “standing,” well, that is another matter.
Maybe you don’t want to stand every day or all the time, but you can’t help but notice this skill could come in handy at times, especially when the treats are higher up.
So you start to practice.
You try and you fall. Try and fall. Try, fall.
Day after day, month after month, your large shell-less mama comes and turns you back over and then you promptly try again.
Finally, one day you do it.
You stand up tall.
With only a teensy tiny bit of steadying assistance.
And you feel so proud.
Pearl, Malti, Bruce & their mama
