Ok, not my parlor.
Moving is one of my least favorite things to do.
There is the initial packing. As I pack, I go through things and thin them out.
Then there is the unpacking. As I unpack, I go through things and then them out.
Then I try and put things away and realize that I STILL have WAY TOO MUCH STUFF! So, I thin things out, stack things up, thin things out, buy storage crates, thin things out and thin things out again.
During this whole process Pixie has been as patient with me as any one little dog can be. At one point Monday night, I realized that I hadn’t seen her in a while. I stopped my ‘progress’ and started looking for her. I finally found her…
She was DONE with all my nonsense.