We are getting settled in our new house and of course, there continues to be times when things get "lost" under and around the boxes. For Trial, it is usually his beloved Chuck (chuck-it ball).
After a few times of having to "rescue" Chuck while unpacking and putting things away, I told him he was on his own. Yes, the fact that I told him really didn't mean anything, after all he is a dog and also deaf but he seemed to understand.
That is Trail's butt as he desperately pushes himself between boxes to get his ball.
A few days before we moved, there appeared at the barn a little kitten. As you can imagine, this little pathetic, half starved tiny beast is now a member of our home. Her name is Loretta.
|Loretta and Arthur|
Sort of a house warming gift from somewhere maybe? Or else we're just a big soft-hearted bunch which isn't so bad.