Shanah Tovah to all tribe members (and even non-tribe members). We just got back from morning services, and I am happy to report that we left BeeGee alone for the longest spell yet (almost 2 hours) and he did just fine. This may have had something to do with the fact that we left him with two bones--one brand new, still with meat attached and marrow in the bone, and an old one, which we stuffed with peanut butter. Betsy also had the brainstorm of leaving some of our old clothes on the floor in his "waiting room" so that he could lie on our smell, so to speak, and it worked wonders. For the first time ever, when I opened the door, he was lying down on his blanket, firmly asconce (sp?) Betsy's sweatshirt and my pants.
I moved a lot when I was a kid, not (as you might think) because of my Dad's military career. He was actually in the Reserves by the time I was born. But we moved to a bigger house in SLC when I was 8, and then about two years later, my Dad's civilian job transferred him to Seattle, where we lived for 4 years, then he retired and we moved back to SLC, where I stayed (in various apartments of my own, all short-term) through college. In Portland I've lived in all four quadrants (Portland is quadrisected, if that's a word), probably the longest of which was the first house I bought and lived in for about 10 years. We've been in our current house for over 8 years, so I am closing in on my record.
I have a
moving story (in more ways than one LOL) about moving from that previous house into our current house. I quite unwisely chose the "cheap movers", who turned out to be worth every cent I didn't spend on them.
One of the guys was evidently in the midst of an ugly breakup with his wife and was just a lunatic, literally throwing stuff all over whilst screaming about his soon to be ex. And then, to top it all off, they dropped my grand piano in the old house, putting a huge ding in the hardwood floors (we had already closed on the sale, so I had the unenviable task of calling the buyers and having them come over to re-inspect; thankfully they were very understanding and didn't make a big deal out of it since they were going to have the floors refinished anyway). More to the point, however, they cracked the body of my piano, and it took threatening litigation to get them to send a repairer who was able to fix it, more or less. So, word to the wise: spend well on movers, it's worth it.