Sunday, January 27th, 2019 Pt. 2

“You will stand.” I repeat a little harder than the first.

Patrick slips the padded vest that I’ve been keeping in my office over my head by the time Jeremy finds his feet. Before the pup can protest any further I take his shirt in a single motion overwhelming him with fear.

The little beta reacts with all the strengths he has, screaming as his little fists hit the padding on my chest and shoulders. Everyone in the room observes silently as Jeremy’s fight continues.

‘Grab the fleece blanket with dinosaurs on it from next door.’ I link Patrick with my next need.

“Not the face.” My voice is normal and my tone neutral as I gently redirect his fight away from anything that could hurt me.

Through his screams I can hear his apology for hitting his sister like this, his sadness over not being with his family unless supervised by Angela, Julie, Lilly or I. His tiny soul holds so much confusion, frustration and anger over what happened and his brain simply isn’t mature enough to handle suc