The mom has ruled. The condo looks beautiful. The price is excellent. Interest rates are still good. She’s been dreaming about the neighborhood ever since I’ve known her. So I may be getting a new identity as an official Belltown Dog.
Mom is already starting to worry about finding a moving company. She wants to get rid of a lot of our stuff. “I’m tired of living with clutter,” she says. However, she assures me, we will definitely take my crate and all the dog beds.
I heard her on the phone, saying, “It’s like being dealt a hand of aces. Great condo the owners have priced for a quick sale. Great interest rates. I’m eligible for a tax credit because we delayed buying a home all this time. The loan has been verbally approved.”
Personally, I plan to nap through the move. My mom says she will either put me in day care or hire someone to take care of me so I’ll be out of the way.
Great concept, although I’d like to stick around and supervise. Did we tell you I am a herding dog? I’d love to prod the moving people to move a little faster and go easy on the crate.