So, I finally, after four months of renovations, have moved into the farmhouse. I brought the fuzzies over last night and turned them out into their one + acre of paradise…..a huge improvement over their back yard the size of a postage stamp. I watch them race across the open field looking happy and content and go inside. 15 minutes later I walk outside and find them all lined up in front of the gate, whining to be let out. Dear Lord.
My furs are not in storage, nor draped across the bed. They're peering out the kennel door just waiting to be fed.