Thoughts on losing everything

This puppy is astonishing. He's lost every single thing he ever knew. His mom is gone, his siblings, his home smells, his familiar territory. The only things he has that he's met before are his crate and a little piece of fuzzy cloth.

He walked out of the crate at the airport and saw a hundred friends and a million interesting things. Not a moment of doubt in his mind about anything. If anybody talked to him he jumped on them. If anybody picked him up he kissed them. Left on his own for a moment he explored to see what wonderful things he could find.

What a grand person! I hope he never meets anybody or anything that doesn't look cool to him.