The Day I Helped JK Become "The Crazy New Neighbor" and other adventures

I don't know about you, but I have had a very long week. 

On Tuesday, I had to go to the animal hospital to have my chompers fixed up. I was scared to be left there, and I was shaking really hard when JK had to give me to Chuck, the Tooth Guy, but I tried to be brave. I knew JK was nervous to leave me, too, but Chuck said they would take good care of me. And they did! I didn't feel a thing, and now my teeth are clean and the sore teeth are fixed up, and I have medicine for my gums so I can keep crunching up my treats for many years to come. 

I have to admit, though, the medicine they gave me made me feel pretty sleepy and strange. I did silly things like lay on my back like this:

I never do that. How embarrassing.

I was still feeling a little funny the next day, so JK didn't want to leave me alone in case I accidentally hurt myself. JK had planned to mow the grass at the new house because it was so nice outside, so naturally she decided to let me ride along in the Pup Bag.

My view from the Bag

What the neighbors saw

JK thought that it would be the perfect time to mow with me, since it was in the middle of the morning. "Who would be around and about at 10:30 in the morning on a Wednesday?" she asked as she situated me into the bag. Well, the joke was on her, because LOTS of people were out. In fact, we met our next door neighbor for the first time. His name is Eric and he is very nice, but I still growled at him, since that's my job. He came over to introduce himself and to "see what was in the pouch". It was me! I bet we surprised him!

We also met our mail carrier, who I also growled at, but when she heard that I had Tooth Surgery the day before, she cooed and smiled and said that she hoped I felt better soon.

A few other people walked or drove past while we mowed, and one car drove by very slowly and looked at us for a long time. I guess they've never seen an Assistant Lawn Mower in a canvas sling before.

JK is afraid that she has officially become the Crazy New Neighbor Lady, but I think she should be the Creative PupMomma Lady. It was a bumpy ride, but I was glad to be with JK instead of wobbling around the house by myself.

I'm back at the house with JK today, and I'm pleased to introduce you to my new Very Favorite Thing:

Blogfriends, meet our new Squishy Loveseat! Two men brought it to the house this morning, and JK put it next to the window.

Oooooh, so soft!

Now I can see all the people and dogs walk by!

JK said that I could sit up there as long as I didn't bark in her ear. 

I'm getting used to this new house and our new neighborhood. And I really like that JK is home with me during the day. I like to have at least one of my people with me while I do all my important work - guarding the house, cleaning up misplaced food, and keeping an eye on all those rabbits and squirrels. And now, of course, Assistant Lawn Mower.

Getting Settled. Again.

We moved AGAIN. Yes, again. JK and Mr. Wolf and a friend of JKs put all of our boxes into a great big truck and drove us to another new house. I know that this time we are going to stay for a long time, because JK and Mr. Wolf have been busily unpacking boxes and putting everything into a proper place. I have been helping.

While Mr. Wolf took all of the paper and wrapping out of the boxes, I pushed it all into a big pile with my nose and feet. Then I took a nap in the pile. JK wanted to get a picture of me in my paper nest, but of course as soon as I heard her coming with the camera, I jumped up and stood proudly next to my paper nest. See how happy I am to show off all my hard work?

Mr. Wolf says I am a great helper.

 I'm also happy to be in a place that has sidewalks. I am very hopeful that I might find some misplaced food in our neighborhood. I haven't found any yet, but JK promised me we would walk to the gas station when it gets a little warmer. She thinks there will probably be tacos and hot dogs in the dirt there like we had in Chicago.

If there is food out here, I will find it.

All the moving and unpacking and exploring make me very tired. I am glad to have the same bed and the same soft pillows that we had in the big city.

Back to work tomorrow!

Road Trip!

Greetings, Blog Friends!

My family has been on quite an adventure since the last time I blogged. JK and Mr. Wolf and I drove many many hours from our little apartment in Chicago to a little house in a place called Raleigh. I'll tell you the whole story, but with pictures....

First, I had to help JK pack up all our clothes and towels and things.

Yes! These are clean and warm and ready for packing.

Then, I had to stay out of the way when the mover men came to take all of our things out of the Chicago apartment.

Me, in the Pup Bag

 I saw some CRAZY things that day while the mover men were working:

Whoa.

 And then after all the cleaning and moving, Mr. Wolf and JK sat down on the floor in the empty apartment and had one last Deep Dish pizza in Chicago.

CHEESE!

 Then, after spending the night at Mr. Wolf's parents' house, we got into the car and headed south.

I was the co-pilot in JK's car, and Mr. Wolf drove with his books in the seat.

 It was a very very long drive, and I slept during times when I knew that JK knew where she was going.

Resting up to help navigate when she needs me.

 We were going to drive straight through, but then JK and Mr. Wolf decided to stay in a hotel. The first hotel we tried was very yucky and smelled like old socks and sour milk. And the TV and internet were broken, so we moved to a new hotel. And JK and Mr. Wolf bought dinner from a place near by, and brought me a baked potato with CHEESE! My own little dinner.

I prefer my potato with both butter AND cheese

 Then the next morning, we ate breakfast and got ready for the rest of the drive. JK brought me some apple and a tiny cup of peanut butter from the hotel breakfast room. Mr. Wolf helped hold the peanut butter steady so I could lick it out of the cup.

Breakfast of champions!

 The second morning, we drove through some very pretty mountains and hills.

This is The South! And it is warm here!

 And then we finally arrived at this little house, where we will live for a few months. JK and Mr. Wolf tell me that we are only going to stay here until we can find a place to rent for a long time, but I love this little house. It feels SO BIG compared to the Chicago apartment, and it has a long hall way to run down, and lots of closets for hiding my favorite treats for later, AND it has carpet on the floor so I can rub my face on it whenever I want. I love it here.

JK's new boss and his wife left us a care package of people treats for when we arrived in our new house. Wasn't that nice of them? JK and Mr. Wolf like treats too.

I got to share the apples!

So there you have it! Such a great adventure! I'll be sure to tell you all the stories of life in The South, since I know I have a lot to learn and many new people and dog friends to meet.

Modeling My New Vest (for Jane)

JK has lots of friends whose names begin with the "J" sound. One of her J friends is named Judi, and Judi's daughter's name is Jane. And Judi told JK that Jane would like to see a picture of me in my winter vest, and since I do look quite handsome in my vest, I agreed to take a picture for the blog.

JK says that this vest makes me look like a caterpillar, and then Mr. Wolf said "No! A dogerpillar!" and they laughed. Sometimes my people are kind of embarrassing.

It has already gotten pretty cold here, so I thought that the dreaded winter coat would come out of the box soon, but JK says that I will not need the winter coat this year because we are all going to move together someplace warm called North Carolina. I hear that there are no sidewalks there, though, so I'm not sure how I will like it. Do you think people will leave burritos and cake and lasagna on the ground in our new neighborhood like they do in Rogers Park?

If they do, I will tell you about it on the blog. And if they don't, then I'll put our new address on the blog so you can send me some sidewalk food. I might starve to death without it.