Mom is busy packing and losing her mind. She’s muttering something about today being “closing day,” so I’m filling in on the blog.
Life has been a little strange around here lately. Mom & Dad keep putting things into boxes, where I can’t smell or lick them.
It’s terribly frustrating.
I’m trying to keep my cool, but I’m a little worried they’re going to pack up my food soon.
And my toys and my favorite book.
I’ve been giving Mom extra snuggles lately. She seems to need them.
Dad tries to snuggle me too, but I know he really wants to play and be hyper with me, so I oblige.
Dad says football season is coming very soon, so I’ve been preparing myself by wearing my good luck jersey. The Cowboys need all the help they can get.
While Mom and Dad have been busy planning and packing…
I’ve been doing the real work by guarding the house.
I’m not too fond of a suspicious little cat Mom calls “Biscuits.” He prowls around and pees on my lawn.
I follow Mom everywhere so she is safe…even the bathroom could be dangerous.
Mom keeps telling me I won’t have my giant bed and window when we move. I’m spending all the time I can on it.
But at least I will have my humans and their bed.