Saturday, November 29, 2008

Moving Is A Bitch.

As I mentioned previously, my human and I just moved in to our new place. Actually, we're not done moving yet. Still kinda in the process.

Well, the very first day, my human decides to leave me at the house for an hour while he goes to the store. I wanted to go, but he seemed to think the folks at Kroger might not be hip to canines. So in protest. I peed on the floor.

Well, there's no doggie door yet, so I knew I wouldn't get scolded.

Next day, same deal.

So he starts thinking I'm all traumatized from the change and decides to take me everywhere with him. Convenience stores, restaurants, home-improvement warehouses. It has been awesome. I'm meeting tons of people. And they all want to pet me.

Maybe when that doggie door gets here, I'll just keep peeing inside. Wouldn't want him to stop taking me out.

But anyway. It's been a long day. I'm gonna go lay down on the sofa. Already found me a good spot.



Kathy throwing her $2 in. said...

Shh. I knew you would do that. I'm just saying there are a lot of new door frames in that house that you need to mark and say "mine."

Mommy said...

I miss you Pancho. Glad you are settling in well.