All of my favorte stuff is gone, I think. George and Kathy were going all week last week, carrying things out of the house and putting them in a big box outside. Now, I can't find the rug I peed on in the basement or all of the things I used to sniff every day.
I'm confused. But, everything is cleaner and there's more room for Sam and me and the two odd, small dogs that smell funny. I guess that's good. A big truck came and took away the big box outside today, so I guess all that old stuff is gone now.
Life's funny...
