A Million Little Pieces Of My Mind

Both my dogs, Ella and Lilly, were originally apartment dogs, accustomed to holding it until walk time, taking frequent trips to the dog park, not splashing in the mud. That was the polar opposite of their lives in Maui, where they came and went as they pleased, played with cows and wild pigs instead of other dogs, and, well, Ella never met a mud puddle she didn't like.

Now, they're back in Arzona, back in an apartment, and I'm pleased that they seem to have taken it all in stride. Of course, all dogs really want is to be near their human(s); and I'm here 24 hours, most days. (My car is still in transit from Maui.) While I love this apartment complex, the "dog park" they advertised is the size of a lentil and I've never seen any dogs there but mine.

Still it seems they are settling in pretty well (as am I).

And when the dogs are happy, I'm happy.