Mom kept saying that we were moving...
So last Friday we leave our apartment, which by the way was getting smaller and smaller it seemed, because of all these boxes she kept stacking up...and I go to play puppies at camp. Well, when mom finally came to get me, we didn't go home. Mom said we were going home, but we went to this new place I had been a few times, that used to be all empty. BUT this time, we walked in the door and all of those boxes that were at my old apartment were in the living room at this place. Crazy. And our couch, my mat, my crate, the bed...everything it was all there.
It's been a week and I'm getting used to everything. I like the new place, just like mom said I would. I've been meeting lots of new doggie friends too.
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