The first month as a rogue was the hardest. All I did was a lot of crying, whining and complaining.
It was difficult to say goodbye to the comfy lifestyle I was used to and learn the new one—living in nature, eating either junk food or pure protein, and getting my ass beat every single day.
Milo has not been going easy on me. He’s been training me in human form every single day, for at least three hours.
So far, we've been working on my legs and my core. What he does most is push me, trying to take me down. The first few times, I went flying like a baby dear with long, weak legs. But now, I can hold my ground until he's applying actual force. He still pushes me, but definitely not as easily as before.
To see actual progress is starting to excite me. To give me something to look for
