Flippy - I Rant, You Read
Monday, November 01, 2010
Day One - It Begins
I won’t feel much like writing a real blog entry today, as we’ve had really crappy sleep, and we have people coming over to pick up our old patio cover pieces, bring the dryer vent hose, and help us clean out the storage unit we needed to get because somehow the new house seems to be missing 300-400 sq ft. The house and the garage were/are totally full, and we’ve already gotten rid of some of our bigger items. It’s good that we bartered away our big screen tv (although, I do miss the picture), because it wouldn’t have even fit properly in the house. The house is supposedly only 300 sq ft smaller than the Vegas house, but there’s really no possible way that’s true. Someday we’ll have to get a true measurement. At least we know the 1+ acre yard is actual size. We also realized that when you have a much bigger yard, the dog poop is a lot harder to gather. We can walk miles in the yard just picking up after the dogs.
Speaking of the dogs - they’re sooooo happy here. Well, at least three of them are. I think Phoenix would prefer to be at the old house, where she could go outside alone, take care of business, and find her way back to the back door alone. Here, she ends up stepping in stickers from the tumbleweeds or other sharp weedy things and then she doesn’t want to walk anymore. Her eyesight is pretty much gone now, so until we set up the chain link kennel in the back yard, she has to be watched every minute she’s out there. Somehow, she always manages to wander off in directions of our weed piles or where there are holes in the ground. It never fails, it’s like she has an obstacle detector and it sends her straight into them. So, that’s the doggie bad news. The doggie good news is that Cricket has been underpad trained her whole life, but when we moved here, she absolutely refused to use them and now goes outside with the big dogs. That’s a big money saver, although it’s a bit more work for us because we don’t have a doggie door. Mack has fallen in love with the Jack Russell next door and enjoys running up and down the fence-line with her. Unfortunately, he still hasn’t fallen out of love with me and still has separation anxiety, so he doesn’t stay outside with Dante as long as Dante (and we) would like. Dante loves patrolling the yard, making sure the other neighborhood dogs know he’s on guard. I think the dogs next door have finally made peace with our dogs, now that their new neighbors on the other side have just brought in three goats. The goats seem to drive the dogs nuts and vice versa. Luckily, we can’t hear it most of the time. Ever since the people across the street with the ten dogs moved away, it’s become much quieter here. Now, it’s mostly just our own dogs who annoy us, not anyone else’s. I guess that’s good, since we can usually do something about it. Well, unless Dante has seen or smelled an evil boogeyman and won’t shut up. That happens occasionally.
Okay, that’s the doggy status update of the move. Frank is moaning and groaning to get his breakfast, so I’ll leave the cats to another day. Right now, Frank’s annoying me and I don’t want to take it out on the other cats, who are, of course, perfect angels.
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Yay! I love November because you always participate and post every day.
Doggie doors are very cheap and make life a lot easier on everyone. With your cats I don’t know how you would do it since you don’t want them outside. My cat, Buddy, is like a dog. He just goes outside to pee and walk in his own back yard. Then he comes in and takes a nap. No one has ever seen him go further than midway across the back yard.
Melanie on 11/02 at 06:37 PM
