Wowie zowie, life is sure interesting. There are people coming and going that I don't get to meet and mom  keeps putting up gates to restrict and change my space. They talk about something called ice dam repair:  drywall, painting five rooms and roofing. Oh my. I guess this is why mom is taking me to the dog park several days this week. 
Where is my crate???
Currently my crate is on the porch, along with piles of other stuff. 
I'm sleeping on the porch!
Even my outside space is different. I'm only allowed out when the workers are gone. My cable keeps getting caught on that stack of stuff and my squirrel view is compromised with that big box! Woof!
Construction stuff

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