I want to go home, where I belong.....

We went to the giant dog park the other day.  I always like that.  Mom gives the giant dogs carrots and I get some, too!  So many fun things to sniff!

Things are so different here.  Not like they were before, and I don't know why, but they just are.  Used to be, when my pack had to go out and do lots of things, I got to stay home by myself.  I always got a special treat!  Then I could nap on my couch, or on the big bed....take a little snooze in a sunbeam....ahhh.  Now I have to go with my pack every time they go out!  EVERY time! 

And there is always one really BIG day when we go out for a long, long time and ride in the car.  Mom usually gets out of the car and comes back with bunches of stuff.....hmmm, smells like food!  Sometimes we drive to other places and Dad gets out and comes back.  He doesn't have any food, though.  And when we get back, our new house is all clean!  That's when I FINALLY get to take my nap!  

I just don't understand why we are here.  I wonder how long we have to stay here?  Why can't we go home?

Our room in our temporary quarters gets cleaned once a week.  On that day we get up early and have our errands to run.  To stay out of the room as long as possible, we try to arrange to have several places to go, like the bank, the supermarket, the pharmacy.  Harry can't stand missing his morning nap.  (Neither can I)  

I try to select things that are healthy.  It isn't so easy without a proper stove (just 2 burners) and no oven. Also, I refuse to leave Harry alone in the car, so only one of us can pop out at a time.  Since the one time my husband did the supermarket run by himself, he came back with a giant tub of guacamole (I love it, but...gee...)  I make sure that I am the one doing the foraging down the aisles now.

Harry has adjusted better than we have, although I think he may be a bit confused.  I, for one, have had quite enough.  I just want to go home, too, Harry.  I really do.