At least my main person is still here. No sign of a suitcase…yet.

Yes, I do know that is a strong word. But it’s the truth. You see, half of the time that I see suitcases it means that one of my people is leaving. Last week, THREE of them went! One of the people who left was someone I last lived with over two years ago. When she came, I was SO happy to see her. And, now, although two of the people came back, she did not.

Even worse, one of them is packing another suitcase. He’s been busy packing for some time, so I know that he’ll be gone for a long time. He’s been a part of my life forever, even teaching me to walk on a leash. Well, he tried. And, he’s the one who plays with me.

You might wonder what I’m going to do about all these suitcases. Well, I’m gonna sit right by my person’s computer desk, so that I can make sure she doesn’t leave. She tells me she doesn’t have any plans to go—for now. And I don’t see any suitcases in her bedroom. I’ll keep a look out, just in case.

Sometimes, it’s a dog’s life.