Moving Day

As Moving Day approached, I amped up my tail wagging and sloppy kisses. I wanted to make sure my Family knew where I wanted to be. Finally, I heard one of the Girls ask the question I'd been needing to hear the answer too, "What about Miss T, Dad? What will the neighbors say when we take her?"

Wait, did she say WHEN? Could it be?

"Well, I'll just tell them. She's not going back over there. And Tugs was our dog, so she's half ours, what can they say? The only thing we need to worry about is how we're going to transport that box of hers. It sure isn't going in MY car."

I WAS MOVING!!!! I wagged my tail so hard I nearly fell over! They were taking me, in fact, they weren't even debating if I would go or not! And they were bringing my box (although I don't see why it couldn't go in the car. Sure it had a few years worth of fur and stray bits of food and toys hidden in it, but who cares about that, right?)? Could these people get any more amazing?

The Father was true to his word. He went across the street and told Mom's people that I would be moving across town within a matter of days. Sure, I'd miss Mom, but I was completely blissed out! My Family loves me! Possibly as much as I love them, but I don't think that's possible.

A few days later, we were on the road. My Family put me in a car (and my box in a pick-up!), which was pretty scary, and took me to New House. They snapped a, er, whatchamcallit, oh yeah, a leash on to my collar. I'd never had one before, so I ignored it and tore around the yard exploring. Soon, the Little Girl (who was still attached to the other end of the leash - impressive) offered to show me to my food bowl. Heck yeah, I wagged. Not only did she take me to my food and water, but she showed me this amazing shed. It was HUGE and cozy, and there, in the corner, was my box! I couldn't believe it; this was going to be my home. Then the Father took the leash from Little Girl and unsnapped it. Somehow, while I was jumping all over him and licking his face, and smacking him with my violently wagging tail, he managed to hook something else to my collar. He and Little Girl called it a "run-line." It was pretty sweet! They explained that since we all lived in town now, and since the yard wasn't completely fenced in, I couldn't run around free like I had in the Old Neighborhood. I think they felt bad, but honestly, I didn't care. The run-line was looooooong and made this cool zzzzzzip! sound when I went full speed! Plus it ended in some bushes and trees which were soooo shady and wonderful!

As I settled down in my box that first night, I knew I was going to be happy. Home is where my Family lives, I thought as I drifted off.

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