It was a tough weekend
Where to begin. Saturday on my way to a lovely, relaxing nail appointment, when I opened my condo door I was greeted with five movers to my across the way neighbors condo. They were moving. That wasn’t the issue, it was my dog Marshy who saw them too and bolted. I was unprepared. He took off down the corridors of my condo. It’s not like I could run. I can barley walk. I’m trying to keep Zoey in the condo…
