Well – I’M BACK !
It took a while to get use to being lighter in the rear end, but Mz. De Kota didn’t seem to mind – that is after I took stock of the matter and worked it out. Mz. De Kota was there every step of the way using her “Ultimate Command” which she understood to be a standing order.

Then one day in late October, what little things were left in The Dames’ home was moved out. Mz. De Kota was getting concerned and being scared. She had been through this once before and had to live outside – something she was not use too. Me on the other hand I really didn’t care too much for this indoor life. . .no crackheads, heroin addicts, drunks or rats to chase, bark at, and just be an all around dog about the matter. Although, it does have its advantages. . . .well anyway, I digress. With my fluffy sexy momma being scared that put me on edge so I became more vocal. Mz. De Kota didn’t want to live outside again – she was an 11 year old cougar in my book – wuuuufff. She also told me that she knew The Dame was upset – they were trying to push us out before the agreed to time for the move into the motel – Like WHAT is a motel. Mz. De Kota said it was like here but bigger and a private bathroom . . . These dudes that came to help the Village People move were like sooooo worse than me – and I am a bad-ass ! Then somebody grab the door knob and we heard The Dame yelling – then everything got real quiet but we could still hear The Dame – woooooh! and I thought I had negotiation skills ( kill’em and ask questions later) – The Dame was even better. . .a couple of more hours passed and we were on the move shoved into the van and on the road. . .I could feel Mz. De Kota becoming weak and scared.
She was not feeling well by the time we got the motel – she had not Command power about her . . . .o my fluffy rolly-polly-cougar hang in there.
The Dame says we are going to move again out of the motel and into our own house, whatever that is. Talk to me Big Gurl. You gotta help me through this – we are just getting to know each other. Then after a couple of days at the motel Mz. De Kota started to come around just a little, we were moved again by The Dames’ attorney friend, Louie. 

He was really cool just walked in so mob style – He’s my kinda guy and can date The Dame anytime he wants – He is MY CHOICE . . .LIKE TOTAL WOW ! Look at this place. . .LIKE OMG ! I gotta mark my turf – Yeah, the front room, the door frame, o-o-o-o can’t forget the back room, too . . .and there The Dame goes yelling at me for doing my thang – like wussss-up with that ! This place that huuuumans call a house didn’t have any of The Dames stuff in except the bedroll, some cloths, and dog food. The Dame, Mz. De Kota and myself played and rolled on the floor for a couple of weeks then BAM ! There was no room. The place became a mess – boxes, cloths, a thing Mz. De Kota felt safe on – a bed. And I was just getting to like a clean space with no clutter, garbage, trash, confinement, no room – but what’s this look at all these neat little places. . . .then the stuff started to come out – EVERYTHING was mine that was placed on the floor: towel, socks, shoes, material, plastics, coats, and of course my favorite: The Sweater. . .

Mz De Kota thought the Sweater looked nice on me, but knew it did not sit well with The Dame even though she helpt me put it on. I wish Mz De Kota would get to feeling better but I suppose it will be a slow recovery.