I'm having some problems concentrating on drowning someone in a hot tub with all the other events going on. The bath boutique changed hands Saturday but we still have the ice cream shop till the end of the month. Throw in house viewings and it's a bit difficult to focus.
It's going to be lots of fun moving with animals. My daughter has two toy poodles, Grizz and Nikki, and of course I have Zoey. Grizz is fine with car rides but Nikki is a nervous traveller and my cat Zoey hates cars.
Dogs and cats have different viewpoints about new homes too. A dog will look around his new surroundings, look up at his owner and say "New digs? I'm happy as long as you're here." A cat on the other hand will exit her crate and say , "Whoa. This is not my house. This is NOT my house. I want my house. I WANT MY HOUSE." Then she'll protest for three days before finally accepting it with the attitude that it was all her idea in the first place.
But now I have to forget about the move and concentrate on poor Kelly in the hot tub. She's going to be shrivelled like a prune before I ever get her killed.