112: Against All Odds

Well, surprisingly, I’ve had a good couple of weeks in my new home.  The new beans have fed and watered me, and looked after my other needs rather well.

Of course, I don’t know how long this is going to last.  They might pass me on to someone who sells dogs into slavery or as medial experiment fodder.

In the meantime, I’m trying to show them I like it here, hoping they’ll keep me around.

As for my REAL beans, nothing has been heard.  They are evidently still in Singapaw, still visiting their pup, still having a good time while I, as far as they are concerned, am suffering here with strangers.

I now have to manage sets of relationships that are quite complex. It’s a good job I’m such an intelligent, empathetic, caring dog.  

Not many could walk the tricky path that I’ve been given.