Thoughts from Gus.
I have been very preoccupied lately.
First, we moved to a new apartment and no one cared to ask me if this was a good idea. Do you know how many smells are in a new apartment? I do. 344,540,640 (look at me counting!). And I've smelled them all. Four times. It's exhausting.
Second, our new apartment has a dishwasher, washing machine AND drier. All three make the most terrible, frightening noises, and I HATE them. They eat dishes and clothes - no dogs yet, but there's a first time for everything, I always say. This is really mean of me, but I hope they choke on a sock or a fork soon.
Third, the apartment is entirely too big. No one needs more than two rooms, and both of those rooms should be filled with beds, couches and pillows on which you can have family snuggle time. Did anyone consider my design expertise when the apartment was chosen? Surprise! No.
Fourth... well, the balcony and carpeting aren't so bad, I suppose. But they could be. Danger is everywhere, and I am very, very good at finding it.
Sniffs and licks,