Now that I've survived my holiday reflections and realized that I am a "thing of joy" (thank you for your helpful comments),
now that Dachshund Daddy's broken radius bone is healing, and he almost has full range of motion again,
now that we've settled after our move, it is time to reflect: about our move, about the past year, and about the changes in my life.
My parental units let me name our new home!
It is tradition here in southern Switzerland to name a home. There are wire sculptures of the names on the sides of homes; for example, one home in our new neighborhood is called "Casa Bella Vista."
I hereby dub our new home: "Casa Burrow." Per my specifications, please pronounce the "r" like a "w": Casa Burrow = Casa Buwwow. It is not pronounced as if I'm a dog: "Bow wow." It is pronounced like "burrow" only with two "w's"!
My parental units say that we've moved to a better burrow!
I'm a savvy dachshund, and I love to burrow. I love my new burrow. I will protect Casa Burrow!
Yes, we moved! I had a panic attack the day we moved and shook uncontrollably; I didn't know what was going on.
Mom cuddled me, and I felt better.
We moved two towns over from our previous town. We shut the door to our
old apartment and walked our regular waterfront trail to our new
apartment. Now I'm helping Mom unpack the kitchen. Mom is ecstatic. I'm wagging.
And thank you, all, for your generous, healing comments about Dad's bicycle accident and his broken radius bone. Dachshund Daddy is doing much better. His physical therapy is already progressing. He says he is exhausted, which makes a lot of sense to me and to Mom.
I have been waking up in the middle of the night to lick Dachshund Daddy's face all over, especially his nose. Do you think that helps?