24 Hours

Well, here we are.  Less than 24 hours away from actually beginning the long process of owning a house.  Pics to come after we move in of course.  The weekend is going to be fun packed of disorganization and clutter strewn all over the place, but it'll be fun.  Our biggest concern is Moby.  In packing up our house, we have learned a few things.  One, he gets stressed out very easily. Two, he is deathly afraid of cardboard boxes.  Seeing a box in our hand has him running away as if a knife weilding clown is chasing him.  The second the box leaves our hand he is plastered up against us leaning on us for dear life for reassurance that everything is going to be okay.  The question that has come to our mind since he's toally going to freak out this weekend is should we get him some doggy prozac?  But then again what happens when you give a dog whose baseline is 22 hours a day sleeping some sort of anti-anxiety/sedative drugs?  Would we need to invest in some sort of greyhound recuscitative kit incase it totally knocks him out? Also as goofy and clumpsy as he has been sometimes (he has walked into the glass sliding door, the chair, and the wall a couple of times) would he be more goofy and clumpsy?  I guess we could wrap a blanket around him to protect him from falls and what not.  We would need to get a doggy helmet as well.  Could be quite entertaining considering how he reacts and walks with the paw protectors on.  Another interesting note is the fact we now have a pool.  Considering his complete and utter dislike of water, i'm looking forward to how he reacts with the huge cement pond we will have.  I see him totally hating life after he falls into the fall the first time.  Look forward to updates on that. 

As for this past weekend, we continued the process of packing things up.  We shot the wedding on saturday to some great success of course.  The pictures came out great.  We'll have to see how the bride and groom...er well maybe not the groom so much like the pics.  The reception was quite entertaining, and of course we have determined that one of the requirements to live in florida is to either be named rob or donna.  We have met realtor rob, bike center rob, mortgage rob, and now dj rob.  I think there is even more robs that i'm missing somewhere.  I will assure you our child will not be called either one.