My Nerdy Evergreen Apartment Life

So my human walks into, I guess our room, and from what I know of him, he doesn’t dance.

I think he still can’t, hence the look I gave him. He laughed and kept “dancing”. I think there is some sort of misunderstanding.

All this snow must have done something I think.

(Written from my Emotional Support Animal or ESA’s, point of view)

Hello to all you humans, if you do not know already, the name I was given by my human is Nala.

I’m fine with the name, after all, it is the same name of the lioness in “The Lion King”.

 

Anyways, I will tell you a bit about my job taking care of my human as an ESA.

First, my human raised me since I was about eight weeks old in 2010 (and was undoubtedly drawn to my gorgeous looks), but also so I could learn my human’s cues early on.

This way I am much more in tune with my human’s habits and when they are getting stressed, anxious and even having a really bad nightmare so I can wake them up.

I even know when they’re supposed to be in bed to get a full night’s sleep, which my silly human keeps forgetting, so I have to go and remind them it’s time for bed.

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