The Move

Maybe it's a bit misleading to title this post "The Move." After all, we have moved five times in as many years--this is hardly the one and only Move. (Are we a little bit nuts? Surely. Are we picky about where we live and what we expect? Totally. Is it a bit of an adventure? Always!) :)

Anyway, the reason we haven't posted in a while is that we spent last weekend moving into a new apartment! We've retreated from the far north side of Chicago back to an area that we knew and loved a few years back. We're literally two blocks away from the first apartment that the pug dad and I shared together--where Klausie roamed as an "only child" and where we became a family. :) We're so excited to be back!

If you'll be so kind as to tolerate a few more blurry cell phone photos, I promise to try to get some higher quality photos up on the blog this weekend. (I mean, how are you supposed to have a Klaus & Natty screensaver when the pug mom keeps posting crappy photos? I know...I know.)

So without further ado, here's what we've been up to:

I hung out with the little guys at the old apartment while their dad directed the movers to the new place. They were stressing a little bit, so naturally I bribed them to stop their whining.

Bully sticks for everyone! (Well, for every pug.)

Nom nom nom. Natty couldn't care less when she has a mouthful of meaty goodness. Move, what move?

Klausie, on the other hand, is a sensitive little bean. He soon gave up on his bully stick in favor of sitting on my lap and surveying his former domain. (Where are we going, Mom? Will Dad be there? Do we have to take Natty?) And so Natty, the lucky duck, got two meat sticks.

After a seemingly endless drive with one nearly hyperventilating pug (Klaus, my god, he HATES the car) and an eerily silent Natty (no doubt wondering if her brother was going to survive the move...he's as delicate as a goldfish) we arrived in the new/old neighborhood!

A view from the front balcony in toward a great room filled with boxes:


The pugs are going to love being able to wander in and out from their own two private decks. (We had to share an outdoor space at our last apartment, so they didn't have much freedom.)

Now you see her.


Now you don't.


There's this weird cutout in our apartment (to fit the stairway) that we weren't quite sure what to do with.


But now I realize that it was made JUST for Natty!

The girl's cool as long as she's got a good perch from which to look out the window. :)


Aren't you, Natty?

More to come soon!