Dogs Are Gone

Coker, Alabama

Weather: low 74 degrees, high 97 degrees, partly cloudy

We had another early start, leaving the RV just after 0800 hours. In a twist, we didn't go out to the house right away. Instead, we went to the apartment and continued unpacking boxes, putting up pictures, and getting the place ready to live in. It looks as though Terri will spend the night there tonight.

About noon time, I went to the house and moved the rest of the furniture. Luckily, I had some help, as most of the stuff was heavy and bulky. I don't know how much money furniture movers make, but it's not enough. That is one job I don't want. All that is left to do at the house is move a few little odds and ends, as well as the washer and dryer, and finish cleaning the house up so it can continue to be shown. At the same time, I need to mow and do my most dreaded task, weedeating. There is a very good chance we will be able to take the weekend off. In fact, I declare here and now that we are taking the weekend off.

The last dog was taken to her new adopted family tonight. She was adopted by a deputy sheriff that lives in the country, and she seemed to have no problem in going with her new owner when we took her up to the Sheriff's Office. The three dogs are good dogs, but it was obvious that they would not be happy in town. We are happy that they all have good homes. As a result of taking the last dog to meet her new owner, we didn't get home until almost 2000 hours.

Some day, I intend to write up something on what has happened in the last four months while we have been here that I have been unable to write about in the blog. In some ways, it seems like the type of story that you might see on TV or at the movies. In other ways, I wonder if a writer could come up with some of the stuff we have been dealing with. It has been a period of time that we don't care to repeat.

More later, be safe.

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Not all who wander are lost.