In Chicago we had a townhome with a small 12 foot by 12 foot brick patio out back, when the dog had to go to the bathroom he had to be walked with a leash and he very rarely got to just, run.  My dog, Baxter, is on the larger side and I feel bad now that he was confined to a townhouse for so long.  When we were looking at homes we could barely believe our luck – this yard was MASSIVE and completely fenced in to boot!  I remember thinking of how happy and excited Baxter would be to have a yard to run around in.  Funny enough, it took him quite a long time to get used to it.  The first time we let him out, he seemed a bit confused almost wondering what he was supposed to do.

I recognized the look on his face because it’s the same look that I suppose I had on mine.  I wasn’t exactly sure what I was supposed to do in my new town.   Everything is just so, different.  It’s a slower, easier pace of life here out of the big city but it unnerved me – How was I to fill my days??

Well we are getting there, Baxter and I.  He now enjoys going outside by himself and just wandering around his new territory, chasing squirrels and bunnies – goodness knows I don’t know what I’ll do if he actually catches one.  He’s so happy when it snows, he can frolic about in the fluffy white powder for as long as he wants.

…as for me… while I still feel a bit uncharted about town, my new home feels like home (although I still need to get pictures up on the walls) and I’ve gotten used to it’s quirks.  And as long as a house feels like home, I can live anywhere!