Dear House, Pantry, Closet, Drawer, Cabinet, Fridge, Garage, Garden, and Shed. I'm culling the herd. Tomorrow begins the big move and some of you will not be going along.
I know we have history. I know there are little bits and pieces that could be used up. Some of you have been mixed with other like things in different boxes than you came in. Get over it. It's not the outside that is important, it's what's inside that counts.
You might think I'm being ruthless. And you'd be right. Dibs and dabs, pieces and what not. Good luck in your new life. I hear the land fill is culturally diverse.
Some memories are not even going. It's time to put them to rest, so we can embrace the new memories we'll be making.
The important stuff....the dogs, the wine, the treasures we own will be packed into a big truck once again. Seems like just a year ago we did this, oh wait, we did.
This little rental fostered us for a year, so to speak. Now we have a forever home. At least until life leads us in another direction. So for now, we'll let go of some things. And hold tight to the ones that matter. Yes, Layla, Mick and foster dog Jessie. You get to go too.
Life with dogs. A little humor, a dash of play, a seed of faith, and of course, some dog fur.
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