September 02, 2003
Dusty says good-bye.
11:30 p.m.
During our last walk-through, Dusty whined. She wandered around the empty rooms with confusion in her eyes. This was her second home (her first being the breeders). It's all she's known for the past seven months. It's been my home for five years, so I *do* feel bittersweet about leaving.
I decided *not* to put Dusty in Doggy Daycare today, even though I knew I probably should. And I should have. Sleeping quietly in her crate at the gallery is a far cry from sleeping quietly as strange men rummage through our home. In terms of safety, I thought she would be fine in her crate. I hadn't considered her mental health though.
I imagine she was pretty horrified to see these strange guys carrying away our things, and then, me helping them. She yelped and whimpered and cried. She settled down when I was in the room, but would start crying again whenever I left. Much, much better to have taken her to a dogsitter and picked her up when it was over. Lesson learned (ironically, I'm not the first person to have made this mistake - we were talking about it at the dog park).
This move was an adventure right up to the end. The move itself went very smoothly, thanks to the moving company I hired (it took three and a half hours from start to finish). But the staff of my building couldn't clean my place until yesterday night because the old tenant never even bothered to turn in her keys.
But the worst part is the paint. Ironically, they did repaint it but they used the same horrible pink colour that I hated. All night I had endless dreams of painting the walls white. Today, they offered to repaint it an eggshell white, but I need to wait a week, so I'll be living out of boxes for a while longer.
Eventually, hopefully, someday, we'll be through this and settled in.
Oh yeah, and the view is really spectacular.