232: They Come, They Go.

The pup has disappeared again.  He comes, he goes!  I think he must be a drug smuggler or a spy or something like that. (I’ve seen the programmes on the telly-box.)

His absence is not a problem for me - he and I rarely interact.  I treat him with disdain and remain aloof.

He does his best to interact with me - but I know how to play hard to get.

The adult beans are still here.  They rarely leave, thank goodness.  They control the good parts of my life - food and walks … though as I age, walks become less important and food more so.

I’ve just heard therm talking about the pup - evidently he is somewhere called Tenoreef. - many miles away, no doubt.  He does seem to go a long way when he goes.  It’s as if he wants as many miles as  possible between him and home.(This sounds suspicious to me.)

If I find out the ressons for his absences, I’ll let you know.