What happened then

Well, after the journey to see Mr Mylove, Chris and I had a few quiet
days, until the friend of hers came who doesn't like dogs too much. The
days continued to be quiet, but the company was nice. And before that
visit we went major shopping with yet another friend, who is apparently
going to move to Berlin soon. Pity, bedcause she is great fun and a fast
speaker and full of energy.

then after yet another bunch of normal days, Chris became active in the
bedroom. I tried to follow her, and all of a sudden the bed was no
longer complete. I could jump into a kind of fenced area where she used
to sleep, and play around there. And not much later all the fence was
gone, too, all the parts of the bed had moved into the corridor, where
Chris had put them against the wall. Chris slept on a matress on the
floor, but I am such a good dog, I didn't bother her there.

The next afternoon Micki arrived, and I wanted to play with her so
badly, which Chris did not permit. Instead Micki left the place, Chris
sent me to my bed and made sure I stayed there, and left. Okay, so I
stayed on my bed and waited till they returned. They did, and so Chris
says, some two hours later. Chris said I was a good girl for being alone
and not carrying anything away. They took me outside and into the car,
and we went to the furniture store. There they picked up a cart with two
items, put them in the car, tied the trunk door so it wouldn't flip
open, and then we went to pick up a few small ones and then the humans
had food and a bit of talking, before we all left. They took me and a
fluffy roll of something upstairs first, put the other box into the
basement, and then Micki left, and Chris and I went for the dog walk.

Micki then called and said that she hit an antler on the highway, and
that her knees were still trembling with that scare. Only the car was
damaged, and probably the antler, but Micki did not suffer any injuries.
When Chris called Mylove, he made her laugh, and she told micki what he
had told her.

Chris claims that all the other boxes she had bought that day are in the
basement, and soon another friend is going to visit, and we will set up
the parts of the boxes, so they make a new bed. In the meantime the old
matress has moved into the corridor, and the new one is on the floor,
and Chris sleeps on that. I can't wait to see whether it is true those
parts in the boxes turn into a bed, but I have learnt to believe Chris,
for what she says is usually true.
Cheers for the moment, yours curiously, Quito.