Well - that was "fun"...

Ok- let's just sum it up...pay close attention because the words in the brain are swirling around like the wash in the new expensive front loading washer (not in the budget).

In the last 6 weeks...

- the adopted dog - bit me, bit Tom, bit the professional dog trainer and Achilles
- the adopted dog had to go away (that story will be written another time - under the category of "what were you thinking - you stupid cow?"
- put house on the market
- had a very annoying 6 days of leaving the house picked up and taking the dog out during showings
- house sold - crap

Where to go now?
- I want to go to Chicago - and live in the city, in a high rise.  Maybe we'll just rent for a year or so.  I'm sure that it isn't too much hassle to move 20,000 pounds of stuff a couple of times... Everyone in Chicago will love the dog! He will love to take long walks along the lake!

Pros
 - super fun, city gal living
- it is always a good idea to base all apartment/home searches on the family dog - so rational.

Cons
- super expensive
- everybody does NOT love the dog...
 - super NOT dog friendly for rentals - a human does not want to live in an apartment building that takes dogs because it looks like dogs live there (ask the poor carpets).  Achilles needs to lose 20 pounds to meet the required weight limitations without having to lie about his girth to every rental agent in the city.  Hence - I had to lie to every rental agent in the city... "he's just big boned...he is retaining fluids today... he ate too much yesterday".
- Tom gets the go ahead from Google to live anywhere in the country.... rats.


OK - next chapter to follow.. but here is my advise