This weekend I moved about 85% of my belongings to the new apartment. However, Henry and Chico will be the very last to move. While I was packing and loading the van, we had Henry locked in my parents’ room across the hall; he was hiding under the bed due to the noise. But I wasn’t worried about him — we weren’t leaving quite yet as the apartment is about 90% renovated. I grabbed an extra mattress and plopped it on the floor with my sleeping bag, and Henry settled in quite comfortably. His loyalty reminds me a little bit of a dog being “man’s best friend”.



This last one is my favourite. Pure relaxation.