What is going on here?

Hello everybody:

Do you want to hear another story about strange acting humans? Read on
read on, here it comes.

A while ago Chris brought some of her plastic carrying bags, those she
brings from the furniture store with the arrows on the ground. However,
when she did bring them out, we did not go to a furnitire store. Instead
I got to see what she was hiding from me in the cupboards high annd low
all the year and a bit I have spent here with her. Bag by bag she filled
and slowly carried ito the office room,, where she carefully placed them
on the ground. The bags contain millions of dishes, human water and food
dishes, plastiic boxees, pots, pans annd what not. I think she cannot
use her scanner anymmore, becauuse it might be hard to move the chair
away from the desk.

Two nights ago the friend came and they started messing in the kitchen.
One of the cupboards with the siink inside it was put beside my bed in
the livingroom, and II still have no idea why that is.

And oh, the day before that I finally saw Micki again. She came, and I
was not allowed to jump up high on her. Instead I was allowed to run
free in the high grass, and we went to the shopping center,, where Chris
was left in a store, while Micki and I wandered all around the place
annd Micki picked up a few items. Chris' hair was scattered all around
her on the floor, but she seemed pretty happy about it. Afterwards we
did the usual grocery shopping.

Well, yesterday, to get back to the main story, we left the house early,
which is unusual for a normal weekend. We ended up at a bakery, where
the humans had breakfast and coffee, before they took me inside the huge
store thing. There they walked from shelf to shelf, from aisle to aisle,
and returned with a few items. Instead of unloading them at home, we
went straight to the furniture store. Instead of going to the
restaurant, like we usually do, buut instead we started the walk through
the aisles. We did not even attempt to follow the arrows, so I really
had to follow Chris and the friend. First they looked at furniture, as
always, and then we all went down the stairs and the shopping started.

We went home, the ladies left me in the apartment and brought the
packages inside one by one. They set up things, I don't know what,
talked and consulted with each other, and then Chris put me on leash
again, we walked the dog route and then back we went to the furniture
store. We did not stay on thhe upper floor for too long, but we talked
with a man, who printed a few papers and handed them over to the friend.
We went downstairs immediately, where the ladies walked from aisle to
aisle with a cart, and the Mount Package grew steadily. Finally it was
so huge that Chris had an easy time resting her chin on it. How the
friend managed to navigat it through the aisles escapes me, given that
she is considderably shorter than Chris.

The car was packed when we left the parking spot. The friend was afraid
the police would stop us, buut nobody did, and we arrived safely. Then
Chris took me upstairs again, and then she brought them inside package
by package, later the friend helped and joined, and soon the entire
corridor was packed with boxes and packages.This lasted for a long time,
and then the ladies took me outside again, and we drove to a restaurant
where they had fish. When we were back home I was rewarded with a nice
long walk along routes I have not walked too often.

Today the action continued. First we went to the shop again, where the
ladies stood in front of various thick wood boards they call worktops.
The friend took pictures of some and sent them to Mr Mylove, who helped
choose one. We took home two tiny pieces of worktops for samples and
then the friennd disassembled some of the kitchen cabinets, which Chris
took downstaiirs, and so they disappeared from the apartment.

Chris explains that initially they had only planned to refurbish the
kitchen with minor changes. But once they had gottenn started, they
found out that that was not a feasible option, so basically they are
noow setting up a completely new kitchen. She says it will be a lot of
work, but she cannot help with the difficult things, because it includes
cutting apart wood.

Well, it appears that we both like thhe friend a lot, and Mr Mylove and
Chris have the same worktop favourite. She says the kitchen will be
really beautiful once it is finished.

I received a huge bowl of food after this really active weekend, and
tomorrow it is back to work, where I will be able to sleep while Chris
is tied to the telephone chord, cheers from a really tired Quito.