(It's an Odd Couple quote - look it up) The first thing they did was set the network up, but they put the keyboard up high on the bar where I couldn't reach it... Everything's more back to normal, but I have a lot to catch you up on - here we go...
The move down
So, the bigger guy comes back for a few days, and the next Monday - early - I get shuffled into the back of the big truck and off we go. Now, generally, I don't mind riding in the car, usually it means we're seeing some of their friends, or, even better, I'm going to the kennel to see some of MY friends :) But this was a looong ride…
They mashed something into a treat, and it got a little better – I slept a little, and when I woke up I was in Tennessee (yes, Tennessee!!) McDonalds, walking around trying to clear my head (and other things, too). Then back into the car, another treat, and off to dreamland again…
The quick change
So, it’s the middle of the night, and we finally get to this teeny little apartment. I settle in for a night’s sleep when everyone starts grabbing and moving things back into the car…apparently we have to get out of this apartment and into some other house TODAY – wait, I just got here, there’s plenty of corners to still check out. I didn’t even get time to secure the perimeter…and off we go…
The new place isn’t so bad – I like things pretty empty, but the boys don’t seem to have anything to do… The only things in the house are a couple of computers (the network seems to be up and running), an Xbox, and a guitar. Everything else is gone…
I’m eating food out of a plastic Ziplock dish. Not good. The girl usually takes care of me (and them, too). I’m actually pretty worried that without her we’ll all be dead in a week…
The barbecue is pretty tasty, however, and dad always overfeeds me – the jury’s still out…
Oh, yeah, forgot the two most important things. It’s hot. No. Hotter than that. Really !@&*#^*@!^$% hot. Also, there’s a pool in the backyard. It’s deep and scary, and I don’t remember ever learning how to swim.
So there you have it. I can’t go outside because I’ll either broil to death or drown, and I can’t stay inside because I’ll have an “accident” (quotes because it’s not really all that unpredictable…I’m a dog and I know it’s going to happen…
The new place
For a few days, it was like we were camping – beans out of a can, walking around the yard, sleeping wherever you drop – it was pretty nice, actually. Then, out of nowhere the other day, the girl shows up, and a few days later a huge truck shows up with 42,000 giant cardboard boxes.
I don’t like cardboard boxes.
It’s a rescue thing, you wouldn’t understand. Suffice to say, there’s a euphemism among the twilight bark set called “going out to the farm.” It usually starts off well, with Fluffy, the happy, barky pet. Maybe she barks a little too much, but the family gets the great idea that she’ll be happier “on the farm” Next thing you know, she’s scooped into a cardboard box and packed into the car (sound familiar???).
Noone ever sees Fluffy again.
I don’t know if there’s a farm or not, but I’m happy with my family, no matter what the heck is going on lately. I am very wary about these boxes, though…
Settling in
Boy was I happy that they started opening boxes, and ALL OUR STUFF WAS IN THERE!!!! My toys and everything. Man did I breathe a sigh of relief.
I’m still not going anywhere near the pool, but the kids found some amazing trails near the house that I can lead them through.
It’s still hot, but little by little, this is starting to feel more like home.
Kids in school
The last week or two (or ten?? – time is a little abstract for me), the kids have been back in school – the older one has football practice, in the morning so the heat doesn’t kill them all - suboptimal – and the younger one is settling in as well, but you know what that means:
Me and the girl staring at each other for 8 hours a day.
In Chicago, she had 14 million friends, so she was hardly ever in the house, so I was free to do my rounds or whatever without interference. Not here… “Hey, Chauncey, you wanna go outside?” or my favorite: “Who’s a good boy, yes?” I don’t know what it means, either… Anyway – I can’t wait for her to get some friends, already, so I can get into some kind of routine. Oh, no…what if she never gets any friends, and it’s just her and me ALL DAY, EVERY DAY!!! Owwwwooooooooooo…..
Wildfires
My nose picked something up last weekend, and I heard from them talking that there have been some pretty bad fires around here lately. I think that may be why we left Chicago – I heard something about a cow burning down the whole place, but I didn’t see anything like that when we left. Stupid cows, even more than stupid humans…
I hope everyone near the fire is OK, our prayers go out to them - don’t forget that as long as we have our family with us and safe, it doesn’t really matter that much where home is after all…
Arf.
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