We brought the dogs home from the boarding facility today. It’s a day earlier than we’d originally planned, but the new house wasn’t going to start feeling like home until they joined us. We’re pretty sure they’re convinced we’re on vacation and all this is temporary.
They also haven’t figured out how big the property really is yet. It’s going to be fun to watch them figure out that the little patch of grass outside the back door isn’t the full extent of their new yard.
The box spring for the bed in the master bedroom won’t fit up the stairs (it’s just a queen, but the house is almost a century old), so we’ve set up the bed in the guest room and will be sleeping there until we can get a two-part box spring. The guest bed is my old Ikea bed from grad school and doesn’t require a box spring. So, we’ve upgraded our sleeping arrangements from “hippy crash pad” to “grad students eking out a living”. I’m not convinced there’s much difference.
Oh, and the hot water heater and I are in a fight.
