Truckin'

Yesterday was a relaxing, pajama-wearing, listen to rain falling type of day, but Orsa and I didn't get to chill at home. We spent the day getting trucked around town with Dad, in case someone wanted to take a look at our house. Dad said buyers don't enjoy being greeted with barking and butt sniffing, which is something I don't understand, but when I told him I don't like being cooped up in the truck all day and that he should consider what I want more important than what some stranger wants, he just gave me a hug. He's so frustrating sometimes.

B.