The Michigan Years

Where was I? Oh yes, I was born.

Life at our townhouse in Michigan was pretty normal. The Prime Minister was an okay big brother, and he pretty much let me run the house. He was almost 6 years older than me, but he was a fun and carefree golden retriever who doubled as a comfy pillow at night. He wasn’t very smart, though, and for some reason, he loved to jump in and out of the neighborhood pond.

Our friend Sydney lived on the other side of our little park. I know how much she loved seeing me, so whenever our door was opened, I would take the opportunity to go visit her.

The human neighbors were all nice too, especially the one named Ted, who lived next door. He would climb over his deck onto ours and then walk into our kitchen and help himself to a beer. Or he would come through our garage and then upstairs into our kitchen and help himself to a beer. He would do this anytime someone named "in law" visited his house. I wonder if he just didn’t like the smell. There are a lot of smells I don’t like too.

One day about 3 years later, in 2008, the guy and lady started moving things out of house and into a big truck. (I hated that truck and barked at it at every opportunity.) I heard them say something about moving to California. Well that’s what we did. We said goodbye to our townhouse and packed into our little SUV. With the exception of regular breaks, we didn’t leave the vehicle again until 34 hours later when we reached a place called Reno. The guy and lady told us that we were staying with our aunt and uncle for a few days until our apartment was ready. We didn’t like it there, and we cried every time they all left the house.

... I'll end here with a spoiler. We do make it to California a few days later.