Yeah, well, I have been. We moved. Never move if you can avoid it. We couldn't. I fucked my back up. The hounds went elsewhere, the two criminals went with their master and BeBe moved in with a nice outfit that adores Bassett Hounds. We couldn't bring her so that was the decision. They didn't care about all her conditions and brain damage, they said she'd get everything she ever needed, don't worry, and a nice lady in a Volvo came and picked her up.
That's the kind of shit you have to deal with when you move, I'm doing it one more time up to Oregon. I'm staying right there until I croak and no one else can ever have my dog.
Tim. You got there is the thing. The upheaval and trauma of beginning again is a bitch, physically and mentally exhausting. Some people never make it.
ReplyDeleteI would not trust anyone who went into it smiling, or arrived at the other end grinning like a loon. That is the function of border guards; saddled up on cocaine and liquor.
The house in Oregon looks damn nice.
Oregon is a place I know very little about. Well, 'The Oregon trail', is the extent of it, a simple sketch of the history of mass migration. Covered wagons.
I am sorry that you were unable to bring BeBe, but I am fairly certain you did the right thing by her.
On a more selfish note, I am just glad you have tapped back into the mainframe.
Best wishes to all of you.