It's official. We are moving to Solvang and, yes, I am stoked. It is a big move for Bones--he has been in the same place for 12 years and has not had a girlfriend for a long time. Compromise is tough; not for me but for Bones. As good as he has it here, he is learning to be on his best behavior. Today Debbie would not let him comment on face place and sequestered him in her house. The situation involved 2 police officers outside the driveway. He just wanted to politely ask them what the heck was going on. Deb, or the source of all things good in my life, was afraid he would cause a ruckus. It seems he has a history of creating problems with the authorities.
The next 3 weeks will involve a lot of driving, moving from Ojai to Solvang. Bones and Meg and Jess have a storage area in Carpinteria--a half-way point where Bones can sort his stuff. He has a lot of musical equipment and is very sad to have to leave his music room behind.The fear is the band will die without his house to practice at. I won't miss the band nor the music, it was loud and I always had to stay in the house while they played.
I will not miss Ojai. It is cold, the floors have holes, there is no insulation, and the bathroom floor is falling in. The landlord is what they call a slumlord and, most important, I only have one couch to sleep on.
Thanksgiving at Deb's cousin's house was a blast. Not only was I allowed to attend the party, there were 2 girl dogs fighting over my affections. I have gained 8 pounds at Deb's house. When I first came here I had on a harness that was way too large for me. Now it is a nice, tight fit. I cut quite a swath at the dinner party.
Today Debbie took me for a walk. A big dog attacked me. As we were scuffling, Deb yelled, "Cash, Cash" and the other owner also yelled, "Cash, Cash". It turns out we were both named Cash -- the good Cash and the bad Cash. I am the good Cash.
If Bones gets thrown out he can live in his van I am staying here.
