Not a Momma

The dogs just will not stop playing. What’s wrong with playing you ask? Well Snoopy (our 14 year old Beagle) likes to howl and howl and howl and howl, the entire time they play. After about 0.5 seconds it gets really annoying. I’m letting them play though, since we are home alone. Always good to use up that energy so later in the evening when we have to be quiet they are calm. It’s almost like raising kids… except hairier.

Andddd… the dogs just stopped playing and went outside. Ah, the blissful silence.

So we are moving on Saturday, and I am excited and nervous. It should be fine, but we have to have all of our things out of storage by 3pm, because that is when they close. I’m hoping Matt and his brother will start taking things over in the morning when they get off of work, that would be fantastic. We asked three people to help us out with the move, and so far one has said no, one said yes, and the third is ignoring the question. I was hoping we could get at least two guys, so it would go quicker, oh well.

We are all packed and ready to go, the only things left to pack up are the electronics (PC, and TV stuff) and 4 sets of clothes. I’m going to wash the bedding we are using now, and any dirty clothes, first thing Saturday morning so everything will be set to go. I am like a super organizing freak when it comes to packing, and so we finished it all relatively quickly. We didn’t really have too much, because when we moved in with my in-laws I tried my best to NOT buy anything we didn’t absolutely need. We collected way to much junk when we lived with my mom, and I didn’t want to make that mistake again.

And the silence is over, it’s back to playing. Beagles are beautiful, but SO loud!