Moving on

You may have heard that Bella and I wanted a larger yard so we, with Mommy and Daddy, are building a new house.  Packing up this place was a hot mess.  Sadly, Bella's love for cardboard proved a challenge for us.  Most boxes had a bite taken out of them.  I just stayed away, Peed where I could to leave my mark, and barked at everyone who tried to help us. Moving day was horrific. All kinds of random peeps here, Claire loading up the fridge, Mommy all emotional. I cried loudly from my kennel because I could not bark because the shock collar was on. 

Finally Daddy had had enough and put me in Bella's kennel with her. She was PISSED. She hates to share but her kennel is bigger than some condos.......then it was quiet.  Everyone was gone.  No lights were on.  Bella blamed me. She said I had finally pissed everyone off and they had moved out and left us behind. She threatened to eat me if no one came with food.  I told her to just chill and be quiet.  No one likes a complainer.   It was silent for a while until Mommy returned! U knew she would. We got loaded up with some random clothes, pantry items, and toilet paper.  Had to watch Bella with that stuff.  So now we are in an apartment.  Mommy calls it Shan gri la.  I call it Folsom prison because I can't bark nor sing the blues. We have made it clear to our builder that this situation is no good and he better bust a move.  My new yard awaits.