May 9th 2007 7:52 pm
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Here's a blog entry my mom wrote a while back when we left for vacation...I'm not really sure whats going on, but we still haven't gone home. Oh well, this place is much better.
Beb's moving adjustments
So we've moved. Patrick and I bought a cute '50's cottage in a historic part of San Angelo. We love it! Beb on the other hand has had a time adjusting.
To start with, what a bad mother I am. The day the movers came, I put the darling in her kennel to keep her out from under foot. The movers moved everything out of the house with the exception of some small boxes I had in the kitchen. Beb was in her kennel in front of "her" window that looked out on the deck taking in everything and truly acting a little concerned. After the movers loaded up everything I followed them to the new house, got everything unloaded and set up, grabbed some lunch at a drive thru and went to the old house to get Beb and some random odds and ends. Poor thing. Not until I got to the old house did I realize what I had done. Beb was laying in her kennel looking at an empty living room for about an hour, all alone. I can just hear her...." Those idiots forgot me!"
After pleading for forgiveness, I loaded her into the car and took her to the new house. She was a little confused when we walked in the front door and "her" couch was set up. She gave everything a thorough sniffing, and settled in for a nap in front of what has become her new window.
I honestly think she still thinks we are going "home" we are on some long vacation. When we leave the house she sits at the front door and waits for us, or goes to our bedroom and sleeps in our bed until we come home. She is having some difficulty manuvering on the hardwood floors.... we of course just get a kick out of it. She looks like a short fat Tom Cruise every time she comes racing into the living room after one of her many beloved toys.
Beb has a real yard now, but isn't sure she likes it just yet. We have a 6 1/2 foot privacy fence, but our yard backs up to a semi busy street. Anytime she hears a motor cycle or one of the many pickups around here with loud exhausts, she comes running for the back door. I swear if she could talk we'd hear "Incoming!!!!!" everytime something loud goes by. Its fun to spy on her when she is back there and doesn't know I am watching.
I'm crazy I know, you should know....I've never denied it. Stay tuned!
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