I was settling in quite nicely. This is me yesterday. Happily taking a bath on the bed. I was getting used to the different noises and smells. Enjoying checking out the place, my new home, Mom says.
But then, this morning, when my guard was down, it happened. A stranger came through the door. My worst fears came true. I an now keeping a low profile in the storage closet.
The man brought a box and now we have TV. It’s been hours and he hasn’t been back, but I may just hang here a bit longer.
Of course, I’m glad to be out of my crate. There were some big bumps the last couple days of the trip. I think I was airborne once. Mom wanted me to say Sal was driving at that point.
I think I will like it here as long as no more strange men come. John is coming next week. I’ll be glad to see him, but don’t tell him that.
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