Went to visit the Boyz. Llewis was frantically happy to see me. He cried. I cried. Nigel stuck his nose in my face and then stood so if the door opened he could get out.
Conley threw himself in my arms repeatedly and his eyes look awful. Hazy and gooey. I made a point of mentioning it before I left. Cooper waited in the car, his expression was one most easily read as: "You can open the crate but I ain't comin' out as long as we're HERE."
Cooper stays with us most of the time. The weather has been such that I can take him to the house and leave him in the crate in the van with all the doors and windows open. We can see the Van while we are working and check on him every 10 or 15 minutes to make sure it isn't getting too hot.
Otherwise he stays with us at the motel, but it's hard and stressful for him:
The Good News, if any is to be had from this, is that next week we will be moving ourselves and all the dogs into a rental house about a block from where we really live. We need a new gate on one side, but the yard is big, shady, and fenced. There will be a lot of confusion, I am sure.
The insurance company rents us furniture-=- they have a whole system. I was going to tell them well we could provide this and that but they have it all figured out, so I decided just to leave well enough alone.
We are confused about the utilities and the cable, but otherwise everything is set up for us. We will have to forward our mail. We are wondering if Comcast can transfer our cable set-up from the house to the rental and then back again. I will have to call them tomorrow and see. So one more week here, and then back to real civilization.
I am sure Cooper will be equally glad to have some room. You can see how cramped and uncomfortable he is:
