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.