House Hunting

This last weekend was a trip - both literally and figuratively.

Daddy picked me up at Daycare Friday with a bag packed for me. He said we were picking up Mommy and going to look for a house in Omaha. Now, I don't know where Omaha is, nor why we need another house when the one we have is nice, but I didn't argue. Daddy explained that Mommy was getting a new job and we were going to move.

That's fine, but why get a job so far away? Money? However much Mommy is going to get paid can't be enough to pay for the gas it is going to take to bring me back to Daycare every day. It's like a four-hour drive!! Oh well, not my problem.

So we spent all day Saturday looking at different places. Some were nice, some were not, and one had a pink room for me (unfortunately, we didn't get that one).

The one we did get, however, is very nice and I get a room with a walk-in closet all to myself. That doesn't do me much good since I can't walk, but whatever. Maybe it can be a crawl-in closet for a while.

One thing Daddy was excited about was that the place has a pool where we can go swimming. I have never been swimming before, but Daddy says it is like taking a bath without soap. Sounds good to me.