I thought I had a good life. I did have a good life. I had routine. Every dog likes routine. Then weird things started to happen. Firstly they started moving all the furniture around and some guy comes over and puts paint all over the walls. Now it smells bad. Then they start throwing away loads of stuff. People are weird. I don’t really get why they need stuff but boy did they have it just piling up in the corners. So then these two guys come over and start putting all the remaining stuff in boxes and taking it away. Minimalist I get but this is crazy.
What’s going on!!!!