Momo Took Three Months to Trust Me

When we brought Momo home from a shelter in Bangkok, he spent the first week under the bed, coming out only for food and the occasional nervous lap around the apartment. As a Japanese man who had never owned a dog, I was sure I had made a terrible mistake. Our Border Collie has since become my shadow, following me to the kitchen and sitting on my feet while I cook.

I think he decided I was acceptable around the time I started reading the newspaper on the floor beside him. These days he sleeps on my side of the bed, which I pretend not to enjoy.