"Goodbye Bruno be good"

That name, good grief and if that wasn’t bad enough here I am again, stuck here for another week.
The brochure reads of a tranquil spot tucked away in the countryside, lovely views across unspoilt landscapes every whim catered for.
Good wholesome, healthy diets a speciality, modern purpose built accommodation with soothing sounds permeating the lavishly decorated and furnished surroundings.
No strict regime, easy-going team members who will take care of your well-being, moderate exercise and ample attention spent each day to ensure a comfortable stay.

So goodbye it is as I sit in a lovely reception area with leather sofas, cooled water dispenser, coffee and tea on tap even biscuits, unfortunately not my favourites.
The final hug and they are off probably to sun themselves on some Mediterranean beach somewhere soaking up the atmosphere and planning the next dinner engagement in some overpriced tourist orientated restaurant in 'the old town'.

One tends to pick-up a lot of the wordiology when most of my day is spent lounging around overhearing the conversations of the big people.
At this stage I suppose I should point out that our relationship has not been easy, I was adopted, and that in itself certainly is not a full explanation
of the uneasy beginnings of our union.
It was just at the stage when I was realising I just did not feel right in and with my body.
I honestly would not have wished my attitude and general mental turmoil on anybody; Veronica and Michael insisted they could manage, come what may.



I know for a fact the psychologist had spent time and a lot of patience explaining to the awestruck twosome that although many avenues of investigation had been travelled; no reason for the tantrums, unreasonable behaviour and constant whimperings had been concluded.
That was that, I was transported into a world of pampering, attention filled and above all loving environment which was a far cry from my previous somewhat impoverished beginnings.

Needless to say the abridged story I have just told is strictly between
You and I.

Now back to the lovely views across unspoilt countryside. I can't see anything other than the rusted wire mesh and the breeze blocked terrace.
It stinks of stale piss and the promised attention is at a zero on the customer satisfaction sheet. Talking of sheets I would suggest the bedding
needs burning, twice.

Good wholesome, healthy are not the words that spring to mind when the bowl of gruel is unashamedly tossed into my quarters.

But hey, I am only a bitch in a dog’s body.

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