140: The Pup Returns

From what I have gleaned (overheard), the pup of my beans is returning from SingaPaw in a couple of weeks.

I know that sounds bad but listen to this.

Because his house is still rented out, he is coming back to live with us.

Currently, I am the special one.  Will that still be the case when he returns?   Will I be relegated to the status of also -ran (even though I never run), forever doomed to play second fiddle? 

Changes are certainly afoot but I’m not sure I’m going to like them.

Why can’t things stay as they are?   (Oh, I’m turning into an old ruddy-daddy or a GOD - Grumpy Old Dog - and I’m only seven.) 

When he comes back, should I bite him and scare him away… or pretend I like him in the hope that he’s another hand to feed me?

Why do I have these quandaries?

All I want is a few walks a day and good food.  But life’s never that simple, is it?