We survived. That's about all we can say about our latest big move to a community filled with pet lovers and folks our age.
Throughout the month of April our home was a mine field filled with boxes upon boxes upon bags and more. A veritable "tower of terror." The pets found it fascinating although once we started moving the stuff over to the new place (when we took possession after the beginning of the month) Munchie decided that he had better find a good box to hide in so we didn't forget him while Charlie just stuck close.
We brought Charlie with us on as many trips as possible to the place before moving in and by the third time, he knew he was home. Poor Munchie didn't have that opportunity, being a cat who doesn't like being in a carrier, so his first exposure was the day we actually had the movers show up. So, in essence, Charlie spent his 6th birthday moving - and he couldn't be happier.
This place has a huge green area with ample room to roll and roam. We can take a different route each day (almost got lost the first day) and there are so many pups to play with and so many hoo-mans to avoid! And he can even go outside on the patio to bark at passersby! Who could ask for more!
|Dad and Charlie on the front patio|
Until next time....