I spent a lot of time visiting my friend Buddy since he lived in the same building, especially when Mom was out of town. Eventually his Dad and my Mom decided it would be better if we all lived together. (They tell us it was to get discounts on bulk dog food, but we have our suspicions). The one drawback was that we had to move to Virginia, that’s where Mom is from. Now that I was an experienced mover I could see all the signs. When the movers arrived I once again gathered my kong, tennis balls, and rope. Since we couldn't all fit in the car together this meant that I had to ride in the back of the car and give up my front seat to Dad. Then Dad had to make a second trip with Buddy. Buddy is a road warrior now too.
When we all got to Virginia, Mom and Dad decided to make it "official". As best we can figure this means wearing fancy clothes for the day—no jumping or drooling allowed. Buddy and I offered to be the ring bearers, but I don’t have a good track record with pillows, so we have to stay home.
