Beth and I have moved a lot in our time together. Before I lived with her I lived in a pen outside on the gravel, so she can move where ever she would like, as long as she takes me and my bed with her. We have moved into a new place now. I don’t have to share my Omar space with any dog but Bailey which makes it a little less crowed (still more than I would like, but I guess I will let her stay). There are boxes everywhere which make it hard for this old dog to navigate safely on these slick new floors. I do not understand why the humans insist on covering up perfectly good dirt with other strange materials. I tried going down the stairs for the first time and about hit the wall.
There is something really exciting about the new place though. Beth has placed my bed at the top of the stairs right above the door. This gives me the perfect dog’s eye view of the whole joint. I can see the people standing on the other side of the door without ever dragging myself out of bed. Perfect!
"Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to" - John Ed Pearce
