February 22nd 2011 8:14 pm
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I finally got to scope out the new condo today. Mom took me for a long walk around the neighborhood first where I anointed lots of spots to mark my new territory. She thought that by doing this I would be less likely to pee in our new home on the first visit. She was right - it worked. Unfortunately, (I guess I must have had a nervous stomach) I vomited instead. In the only room that was carpeted. Mom had been prepared for pee by bringing along a pee pad, but she hadn't thought that something might come out the other end. (snicker) Sorry, Mom. So she had nothing to clean it up with. The real estate agent who had let us in was kind enough to run downstairs to get some napkins and newspaper because there wasn't even toilet paper in the condo yet. Poor Mom was trying to clean up the mess with itty-bitty napkins and talk to the window treatment lady and listen to the instructions from the realtor all at the same time - not an auspicious beginning.
So, after a false start (moving day was supposed to be last Friday), our new moving day will be Saturday. We're tired of camping out in our own house with everything packed in boxes, ready to be moved.
Lots of changes ahead - not only will we be living in a new place that you have to get to by elevator, but I have to change my vet. I hope my new vet doesn't give shots or clean teeth - I hope she only gives dog cookies. My old vet spoke softly and said reassuring things and then pinched me or poked me or took me away from my Mom. I hope my new vet doesn't do any of those things. Some dogs don't shake and shiver when they go to the vet - they must either be first-timers or stupid!
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Hey Patch, Nice first trip to your new place! BOL!! Wow, an elevator... a moving room. Very cool. Hope you have a good move in day. Good luck with the new vet thing.... I think all the stuff we don't like is part of their training. We haven't had one that doesn't do all that disgusting stuff to us, and all the time smiling.And the worst part Mom and Dad PAY for it. I know how to save them big money.BOL
Oops, that was me writing Patch. Mom took control of the computer and tried to make it look like it was her, but it was me. Mom always hogs the computer and makes it hard for me to write to my friends. I definitely need my own! Teddy