My furever home isn't the Hyatt Regency?

I'm so disappointed. When my new pawrents picked me up they took me to my furever home...or so I thought. 18 acres with pools and spas and water slides and ocean walks and many restaurants and hundreds of peeps to love on me and a huge foyer with the nicest peeps. Our part of the "house" was a quarter-mile walk from the foyer with many peeps along the way to fawn all over me.
I was thinking this was pretty terrific and ever so much better than running loose on the streets of Anneheim, CA.
Wait! Packing? Getting in the car? This isn't my furever home?
Confusion sets in, at least for about five minutes until the morning of fun took my last ounce of puppy zeal and I fell asleep at Mom's feet.
Bye Bye ocean breezes.
Bye Bye humidity and dog beach.
Bye Bye hundreds of peeps.

Eight hours later and mostly being a good girl on the trip, ears popping as we climbed mountains until we were a mile high...

No ocean. Big trees.

Here comes Cuki...are you my furbro? YES!
Here comes Neksi...are you my fursis? YES!
Bree had a booboo so I only saw her from a distance but she wagged her tail at me.

New floors to pee on. New toys to steal. New furniture to jump on.

Okay...it may not be the Hyatt Regency...
BUT IT IS MY FUREVER HOME!

I'm going home this weekend

Mom and Dad are coming to Southern California to pick me up this weekend. I'll meet my furmily Sunday. I'm furry excited. My foster mom and Barb Riggs helped Mom and Dad give Breanna a furever home, too. Can't wait to meet everyfur. Zuri
(French name meaning "white & lovely")