We Sent Him Away!

Only for a little while, and it's for his own good. And, he's staying with The Nanny (Ms. Harris), whom we believe he loves.

We move for real in 6 days. Tomorrow, we're having movers come to take many of our boxes, and pieces of furniture, and stuff we're donating to Goodwill, and put them in our garage. "Why would you do that?" You may ask. Well, because our townhouse is small, our clutter is large, and we're at that point in packing where there's hardly room for one more box in here. We hope to show the townhouse this week (scream!!) and we've got to get some stuff out of here in order for the place to look presentable.

And what about The Yorkie? Well, he's a handful, to be sure. And we're worried that during all the hubub our little man might get scared, bite a mover, turn into the tasmanian devil (as he's prone to do when men are around) or something worse. So, I packed up his monogrammed and embroidered Yorkie bag and we dropped him off at The Nanny's house this evening. My better half walked him up to The Nanny's door, and was the Yorkie sad? No! Tail wagging (whole body wagging, really), paws up and scratching at the door, he couldn't get in the door fast enough. Is it The Nanny, or her adorable Scotties, that he finds so engaging?

It'll be an early morning tomorrow. Wish us luck!