the first time she wagged her tail

It was almost two weeks after she moved in. I had just come back from work. Opened the door, and there she was — not at the door, just a few feet back, watching. I didn’t expect anything. She usually stayed in the hallway or under the table until I walked past her. But this time, when I looked down, her tail moved. Just once. A tiny little wag, hesitant like she wasn’t sure if she was allowed to be happy. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t move. Didn’t even breathe too hard. It felt like I’d just seen something incredibly delicate and rare. Golden Retrievers are known for their tails. But this wasn’t a big happy tail sweep. It was a flicker of hope. A test. Like she was saying: “I remember you. And maybe… I’m starting to trust you.” #Pets #Dogs