Busy, Busy

Trekker here—our house is confusing. First my mom and dad cleaned like mad and kept putting away my toys. They kept picking up the toys from inside and outside the house and I kept trying to tell them NO, I like them out where I can get them. Then they started locking Shiloh in the crate next to mine in the morning when they’d leave. Shiloh hates it, but they just don’t seem to care. Me, I love having Shiloh keeping me company. While we’re locked up strange people walked through and looked all around. They didn’t pay any attention to me, only the house. Then as quickly as it started my toys have come back out and Shiloh has the run of the house again, but for some reason not me. Could it be that they care I chew a few pieces of left out paper and love the toilet paper rolls? She should just be happy that I have never taken out anything that isn’t paper! I’ve heard stories about what other dogs do.
Now these crates and boxes are coming out and being filled. The living room is a fun place because there are so many of them to race around. Before Mom would shoo me out of the room now I just hang out as she works. She doesn’t always appreciate my assistance and shoos me yet again. Shiloh is such a mama’s boy. He just lays there next to her and never gets into anything.
Strange people are coming. Since I’m out they play with me and tell me how cute I am, but when they leave they are taking furniture. Mom calls it downsizing. I heard her tell Luke last night that in a month we are moving into a rental house. They found one with a fence for me. Mom says it’s temporary until they find out about Arizona. I don’t know what that means but we are busy.