Just as soon as we arrived at Sugar's house, Robyn made sure I know how much she appreciates my agreeing to do this with Mom. Not only will Sugar be much happier than coming to my house which would be a big adjustment for all of us. But also "Auntie Robyn" & "Uncle Jim" won't have to drive an additional 3 hours one way to come get Sugar when they return from their trip. I imagine they will be ready for their own beds just as I would be. And I get my own the whole time. In fact Mom figured out how to keep me from having accidents on the carpeting--she put two of my beds together so I can't get out. While that gives me more space to move around I'm still deciding if I like it or not. She keeps coming up with ideas already that might help make our stay easier, like putting a plastic back behind where I eat so my messy mouth doesn't make the wall icky.
I felt nervously active in the evening. While we all watched the big moving picture, Mom put me in a crate so I didn't wander and get stuck behind/in strange places, which was okay for a while. But then I wanted to wander around outside longer than Mom wanted me to. After the last time she had to take me out I sorta passed out though and slept really well. By the way, Sugar was a perfect host—so far…
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