Attempting to Soothe Rocky
I knelt down, trying to reach him, but Rocky was too restless, his eyes darting around and nose sniffing the air as if searching for something invisible. “What’s going on, boy?” I asked, but he didn’t even glance at me, my words drifting past like the wind. “Hey, shhh, it’s okay,” I tried again, placing a gentle hand on his back, yet he continued pacing, his tail wagging with a jittery, nervous energy.
Attempting To Soothe Rocky
Marla’s Useful Advice
Seeing Rocky so unsettled, Marla stepped closer with a gentle smile. “Jason, maybe he needs a quieter space to relax,” she suggested, her calm voice reassuring. I nodded, grateful for the idea. “We’ve got a little room where he can settle down before you head home,” she offered, and I agreed, hoping it would help. With a soft nudge, I guided Rocky toward the door, whispering, “Come on, boy, let’s find you some peace,” praying the calm space would ease his restless energy.
Marla’s Useful Advice
