Adapting to "Dog on Boat"

Who exactly had to do the adapting here?

Us, the childless wanderers who have never had to be responsible for anyone other than ourselves?
Or the South LA / Watts homeless, neglected dog rescued one day away from permanent "sleep"?

The humans who had only needed to worry about their own toilet...
Or the dog who had to make her own in gangland...

The dog had to adapt to a human either making sure she was warm enough or blocking the sun to keep the dog in a black fur coat from overheating.

The humans of course had to adapt to watching the dog for signs of "I don't like this wind in my face and don't have opposable thumbs to zip up the enclosure" and "pant, pant, pant, ugh get the sun off of me, but I am too lazy to move to a different spot".

Both hard work.

The dog had to adapt to "kelp fly watch" in lieu of "trash fly watch".

And had to adapt to numerous cushions and throw pillows, both on the seat and table in lieu of cement and asphalt.

The humans?
Running the vacuum every other day.
Feeding.
Walking.
Carrying poop bags.
Accommodating.
Being responsible.