July 22nd 2006 2:27 pm
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I came to my first house when I was 10 weeks old. It was a nice English tudor with lots of room for all of us. I liked the house a lot - I knew every nook and cranny and I also had a lot of friends on the block. I played with Ritzie the dachshund, Bonnie and Clyde, the two Maltese and the springer spaniel. We all had a nice time on the block. Then one day I overhead my mom and dad talking about moving to a new house !! I was terrified. What if I didn't like it? What if I couldn't make new friends?

Well I am now in my new house for about two months and I like it BETTER than my old house. In my old house my bedroom was shared with my dad's office - now I have my OWN bedroom and dad has his OWN office. It's a great setup. The new house is bigger than the old one - I can play ball and play with all of my toys. I have also made a lot of good friends here. Down the street is Teddie the schnoodle. There are a couple of spaniels called Chloe and Baci. I also like a Wheaton terrier named Kobe and across the street is a big lab named Scoobie. Life is really great in this neighborhood.

I am so glad we moved. I really love my new house, my new neighbors and my new friends. Thanks mom and dad for moving me.