This post is about Charlie and home hunting.
Charlie had to have a bunch of teeth pulled because the vet said they had to go. Aside from taking care of Charlie, I’ve been house hunting.
First, I want everyone to know that Charlie is doing really well. He gets to eat a bit of his prescription dry food, but can’t seem to figure out how to eat it yet.
He had nine teeth removed in front and one on each side in the back. He’s my little trooper. I thank you all for your concern.
With that many teeth gone, I was concerned that he couldn’t eat. But the vet said not to worry. They always figure out how to eat.
I’ve been searching for someplace to move to for over a year now.
I’m at the point now where I want to move before I have to pay for the upkeep on the yard (mowing, trimming of trees, etc.) that I can’t handle myself, because that is an added expense I have to absorb every summer.
I’ve looked online for lots of places out of town, but I’m afraid with my ankle it would be hard for me to move away from here.
What I need to have:
What it has boiled down to is this: I have to have a small yard for the dogs with some sort of a fence.
Aside from that, I’d like a washer/dryer connection, non-carpeted floors, and obviously something I can afford.
It seems I just can’t have all that, so I will have to give up something that I want in some department.
I’ve been anxious about all this for weeks, actually months, now. I go to bed thinking about it and I wake up thinking about it.
I scour Craig’s List every morning and make calls about potential places to move.
I’m really tired of moving.
Oh, to have a home I never had to leave. To have one that was mine and I could do what I wanted with it. Doubt that is ever going to happen. Such is life.