August 18, 2003
This is my red ball. Mine.
8:30 p.m.
Poor Dusty. If she could talk, she would probably ask: "What the hell is going on around here?" I started packing some boxes today and I can see the wheels turning in her little brain as she tries to wrap her head around this concept.
Mainly, though, her environment is changing and things are moving around and I've been cranky because of my bad landlord situation. I know that *I'll* be relieved when this is all over. I can only imagine that Dusty is feeling the same way, except she had no idea when things will be back to normal again.
We did go for a few good walks today, including one very satisfying romp in the park with other dogs. There were tails to chase and bums to sniff, a new puppy to check out and a treat from the Cookie Lady.
Also, Dusty's favourite pug friend is back from the cottage. I swear they almost didn't recognise each other!