Aug 232013

Nothing lasts forever, it would seem.



It really was going very well. Plan A was being executed with precision. They thought they had me bested, but I knew they didn’t, and had been gradually getting the point across. Genuine progress, and an easy life beckoned. This week has seen some unwelcome developments, however.

Yes, They are made of sterner stuff than I anticipated. I find myself subjected to to rounds of “Come!”, “Sit!”, “Down!”. To being tethered to some strange ropey thing they fasten around my neck when I should be running free. To “time outs” and “sleepy time” in the Evil Cage. To being ignored! dammit, just for a bit of playful tooth-hand customisation work.

Already I am revising my strategy. They shall not win. I am feigning compliance in some areas to lull them into a false sense of security, whilst periodically demonstrating little bursts of rebellion to keep them off balance. I am dug in. I will prevail. If only my traitorous stomach does not trick me into going native, all will be well.

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