Ch-ch-changes!

We can smell it in the air. Things are a-changing.

Mommy's been spending a lot of time admiring pretty new things. Stuff she lugged back in a heavy luggage last weekend (she disappeared somewhere for three days, I missed her so much! Was unbelieveably happy when she got back, I couldn't wait to jump onto her suitcase and into her lap!) and other stuff she's been hoarding in boxes around the house.

On Sunday, Mommy pulled out a big box from the storeroom and crushed up lots of paper, and started wrapping pretty things in more paper, and storing them busily into the box. Of course, we sniffed everything first, to make sure they were OK.

Mommy's also been throwing out things she calls junk - stuff like dusty magazines and funny bags of unknown stuff. And she's made out a bag of shoes and a whole stack of clothes that don't smell too nice. They smell like the inside of her cupboard, blargh. She says she will attack Daddy's cupboard too, before he comes back, because he's so "sentimental". She says "sentimental" while pulling two fingers on both hands in the air, whatever that doggy signal means. Hopefully it means she'll make a pile of Daddy's clothes for us to jump on!

Mommy's showed us sketches of our new kitchen, where we dogs will live like most Singaporeans and New Yorkers -- high-rise style! Mommy has planned for two shelves for us in the corner of her new cabinets, and I've already decided to take the top bunk. Let the two short-leg fatties cuddle up below. (Actually, Aunty Julie has said several times that when Mommy and Daddy move house, she'll take Kobi home to keep her Chihuahua company. Good luck with that! He's quite a JR Terror.)