Home is Where the Heart Is…

The last few weeks have been really crazy and confusing and weird and up and down, etc. The Human and I are getting ready to move in the near future. We lived with Granny, and now her home is going to belong to someone new. It was our HOME, but it is not our HOUSE. The moving process has begun to happen in phases with different folks coming and going with all of their boxes and movers. I even gave a hand to my Gramps in tying down a tarp on the trailer one day.

The Human says there is a possibility for us to go just about anywhere next… someone else told us that “the world is your oyster now.” What the heck does that mean? Is the world a gooey gob of a creature that lives in a shell in the ocean, who occasionally hacks up a pearl?

My dog park injury is doing great. My wounds are closed and in the last stages of healing, my fur is starting to regrow. No more gauze pads or medical tape. No more cones. I have even gotten back to my bay beach a couple of times. It was so nice to run like a free wild stallion again!

But mostly our days at the house are precious and few, so the Human and I spend a lot of time at home, and on the backyard swing… thinking of Granny and how much we are going to miss her and her house… SHE and this place, were what we called HOME (it really is WHERE THE HEART IS…).