New Digs

I can't believe it.  I move from the shelter to this joint where I have my own private deck (good for nude sunbathing) overlooking a lake that is smack full of ducks and other critters.  I have a nice bed, but I really need to convince them, my humans, to get me some type of proper lounge for my quality time on the deck.  After all - you have to be comfortable when you survey your surroundings.

Speaking of the humans, there names are Mike and Marilyn, however, for some reason a lot of their friends call them the Big Ragu and Little Marinara.  It has something to do with food and thats Ok with me.  I have been trying to figure out how to open the gate on the deck that lets me down to the lake.  It's a bitch not having thumbs.

My second life

I was adopted and I don't have any problem with that.  No urge to find my birth mother or litter mates.  Can you believe it, after ten years some schmuck dropped me off at a shelter because he built a new house and couldn't have a dog - didn't want is probably a better explanation.  So that's the end of my first life.  No regrets - I got the best of the deal.

Around a year ago I was chillin in my pen at an upscale shelter when my new humans showed up, we did the obligatory dog walk and I gave him a few strokes.  Eyes are the window to the soul and I could tell that this was the person I needed to go home with.  I got a double deal, a twofer, two humans for the price of one.  I am not sure who get the better deal - I think we both made out well and since he is a big guy he has a big bed - maybe that's a threefer.