I think that this whole packing and moving thing has really thrown off Sam’s groove. He’s seemed a little miffed at us lately. Besides that, I think he’s feeling terrorized by all of the boxes everywhere. Especially the big, blue plastic ones. The other night, I was trying to get him to come outside with me, but there were a couple of lids blocking the way. He REFUSED to cross them. I decided to coax him with a treat….. What!? He wouldn’t even cross them for a treat! So I decided to just start throwing treats at him. Like Mardi Gras style.


Um, “No,” he said. Jake decided to give him a little pep talk. And then a little pep push.

After about 10 minutes of this, he finally decided to squeeze through another way…

…leaving us scrambling to pick up all the treats so that he didn’t actually eat all of them.

And this is what people who are supposed to be packing, but are SICK of packing, do for fun on a Friday night.
Diana