The last day of my daily walkie on Powell Butte. One of dad's favorite places in Portland, and where he and I walked every single day since we moved here. So sort of a Klaus Memorial Walkie as mama and I talked a lot about dad and how much we missed him.
I left a little message for ya there dad...
And I collected some pine cones to take with us...
And a nice juicy stick...
Because today was moving day. At exactly 9:00 in the morning (after said walkie), a big yellow truck pulled up in front of our house. Movers - on time? Amazing. And they were completely awesome - they helped mama, shrink-wrapped lots of our furniture, and even managed to keep me from wandering too far into the neighborhood to get in some final pee-mail. The company is called Thunder Movers, and mama was really, really happy with them.
Neither of the guys blinked an eye when they saw all of this:
I, however, had other fish to fry. I needed to make sure that in all of the fuss we did not forget to take some very important things with us...
Like this soccer ball. I found this back in Los Angeles in Griffith Park, and have enjoyed many fine kicking days in my back yard with dad. Even though I understand that the new place doesn't have a back yard, well that's no reason not to keep the soccer ball, is it?
IS IT MAMA?
As much as I enjoy being in charge and supervising, I did want to help. I offered to help mama take down the box filled with food and dog treats.
Only fair I thought, as the moving guys were dealing with this:
In the end, you'll be happy to know that our move went smoothly and we are now in our new place. And most importantly, the soccer ball made the cut.