For weeks, I’ve felt like I have a giant rock of anxiety sitting in my stomach. Which is sorta funny because yesterday doggy daycare told me that Emmett pooped out rocks. Actual from-the-ground rocks. Which is not funny. At all. Sigh.
Anyway, a smidge of backstory: It’s all about health insurance. I’m a freelancer, so I’ve always been on hubby John’s health insurance. In December 2011, I was diagnosed with cancer. John was finishing his stint at Indiana University in April 2012, so he needed to get another job lined up STAT so that we wouldn’t lose our coverage since I was in the throes of treatment. He found a job. In southern Louisiana. So on April 1 of last year, he moved down there to work while I stayed here to finish my year of treatment. I had my last shot on February 27 – wahooo!!!
John decided to stay on in Louisiana. After a hellacious year apart, and since I only have to be here in IN for quarterly checkups, we decided that the most logical thing is for me and the boys to move to Louisiana!
So that’s the big news. We’re moving waayyyy down south! Emmett, Lucas, and Cooper are headed to the bayou! (John assures me we won’t get any alligators in our backyard…)
Since we made that decision, we were frantically trying to find a place to live in LA – it’s not so easy to find a rental that will take 3 dogs (or, more specifically, 2 pit mixes… SIGH) and a cat. But, incredibly, John found one. We move in June 1.
Then we put our IN house up for sale. So for the last two weeks I’ve been frenetic, trying to clean, de-fur, landscape, pack boxes, de-fur, rush the boys out for showings, de-fur, and squeeze work in there somehow, too!
After the chaos of the last year, and now this, I’m looking forward to getting to LA and settling in to a routine. The boys have been neglected for the last year, so I’m going to set all new training goals, which is exciting.
More to come… like lessons I’ve learned from doggy daycare, the start of Lucas’ “reactive dog” class, my new “face full of treats” training plan, and strategies for combating allergy season. In the meantime, I’ll leave you with a picture of what poor Emmett looks like after a day of doggy daycare: