My own doggie discomfort and discombobulation

This has been one crazy week!!! We spent one unspeakable night in a trailer, then we went to a huge house with a huge yard, with so many new smells . . . Heaven! Jen and I have been spending a lot of time at the neighborhood Starbucks. We are living like nomads, going to Starbucks and Hallmark, and wandering listlessly around the neighborhood. The carpet at home is covered in plastic, which I really like to run on--that is, when I finally get to go inside, after all the workers have left. Nothing is normal around here. Strange men are coming, I am getting locked in the overgrown and wild back yard (where Jen's "experiment" to see what would happen if she just completely ignored the yard has become a dismal and depressing failure), I've been reduced to eating out of a plastic bowl. It's been weird-really weird. When the weather is bad, it is kind of funny to see Jen scramble to find a friend who will take us in and give us shelter. This vagabond, gypsy life is not one I'd choose!