It started out like every other day, with our morning walk to the beach.  Our friends, Alice and Gavin came over and  I figured they were going to play that game, “Mexican Train,” that they like, but they started undoing all these ropes that go from our house to the cement where I like to play.   Then.......it felt like we were moving, but it was sort of fun and not like the dreaded car rides.  I got to wear my new orange coat and I ran around the deck while houses zipped by us.   I was having a lot of fun.  After awhile I started to feel a little weak, so I stretched out under Mark’s feet and tried to sleep.  Unfortunately, I lost my breakfast.  I didn’t feel well after that, so I got to put my head in Jan’s lap and rest.

We didn’t go back to our old place when we came back.  We’re at a new place now.  It’s kind of neat because we’re closer to people and dogs.  There are lots of dogs walking by on a sidewalk and they are just a few feet from me so I think I’ll make some new friends.  My house is the same but somehow we ended up in a different neighborhood at the end of the day.

A long time ago, I heard my people calling me “First Mate Daisy.”  I think I get it now.  I am supposed to help them when the house moves.  Next time, I hope I don’t feel so sick so I can help more.